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Making plays everyday i can't stop this
Ridin round wit the city my niggas i can't top this
Your bitch was on my dick, but she built like a chopstick
Pistol on my hip, it got a 30 not a stock in it
Carry tha smith and Wesson ima let it blow
Your bitch was sending so many pics i had to hit the hoe
You want your bitch well please come and get the hoe
Neva cared about these bitches dump em in the fuckin ocean
Yea i'll catch another fish like my name mike Tha lil boy was playin round i made em crash his bike
My nigga C said keep bowling till you get a strike
Run it up so we can see the whole city in one night
Neva show emotions, get the bread like Phil Knight
Yea you know i got that iron ion wanna fight, ion even like to fight, ima bring the pipe, ima pull up with a fuckin .50 niggas tryna snipe
Yea you know im in the field and we makin plays,
All this gas I be smokin you can see the haze
Yea i know you see me cause im gettin paid
So much fuckin money yea more than the bank chase
Playin with that lil bitch like she ina maze, made her finish in one night damn i'm so insane
All these substances i be takin man i can't explain
I'm high everyday like i'm in fuckin space
Yea i'm like a shooting star cause i sniff cocaine
take the wock and mix it ima disgrace
Yea you know i had to put the bitch in her place
If i see her with her nigga im gon catch a fuckin case
Me n all my niggas taken flights to every state Yea you know i paid the price but this aint a date
I got a glitch on my 9 n its gon blow your face
Im smokin all you lil niggas like i got a eighth
Lil bitch said im nice but im not a saint
Yea ik she spun back when she seen the wraith
The way i move these lil niggas put em in they place
Im on and off the court i feel like my name dame
Runnin up all these songs, tryna get the fame
Your bitch wanna fuck wit me said you is a lame
Bitch told me keep goin but i already came, the way my iron touch these niggas yea i'm givin fades
It's like we in a fuckin war, my niggas got grenades, call us isis cs we'll leave the scene with your brains
Get the oxy and the bleach i think we missed a stain, always cover up the tracks can't make no mistake
Bitches call me evil but it's not a fuckin trait Told the bitch to hit his phone he gon take the bait
I got 230 on the dash, we on the interstate
Swervin in and out the traffic come and catch the gang
Ridin round wit the city my niggas i can't top this
Your bitch was on my dick, but she built like a chopstick
Pistol on my hip, it got a 30 not a stock in it
Carry tha smith and Wesson ima let it blow
Your bitch was sending so many pics i had to hit the hoe
You want your bitch well please come and get the hoe
Neva cared about these bitches dump em in the fuckin ocean
Yea i'll catch another fish like my name mike Tha lil boy was playin round i made em crash his bike
My nigga C said keep bowling till you get a strike
Run it up so we can see the whole city in one night
Neva show emotions, get the bread like Phil Knight
Yea you know i got that iron ion wanna fight, ion even like to fight, ima bring the pipe, ima pull up with a fuckin .50 niggas tryna snipe
Yea you know im in the field and we makin plays,
All this gas I be smokin you can see the haze
Yea i know you see me cause im gettin paid
So much fuckin money yea more than the bank chase
Playin with that lil bitch like she ina maze, made her finish in one night damn i'm so insane
All these substances i be takin man i can't explain
I'm high everyday like i'm in fuckin space
Yea i'm like a shooting star cause i sniff cocaine
take the wock and mix it ima disgrace
Yea you know i had to put the bitch in her place
If i see her with her nigga im gon catch a fuckin case
Me n all my niggas taken flights to every state Yea you know i paid the price but this aint a date
I got a glitch on my 9 n its gon blow your face
Im smokin all you lil niggas like i got a eighth
Lil bitch said im nice but im not a saint
Yea ik she spun back when she seen the wraith
The way i move these lil niggas put em in they place
Im on and off the court i feel like my name dame
Runnin up all these songs, tryna get the fame
Your bitch wanna fuck wit me said you is a lame
Bitch told me keep goin but i already came, the way my iron touch these niggas yea i'm givin fades
It's like we in a fuckin war, my niggas got grenades, call us isis cs we'll leave the scene with your brains
Get the oxy and the bleach i think we missed a stain, always cover up the tracks can't make no mistake
Bitches call me evil but it's not a fuckin trait Told the bitch to hit his phone he gon take the bait
I got 230 on the dash, we on the interstate
Swervin in and out the traffic come and catch the gang
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Writer(s): Jake Venoble
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