Sunss
Huh
I know what y'all thinking
I know what y'all thinking
It's either give me head
Or hit the door
He ain't got no money
Cause that nigga work at Zaxby's 10 4
Now you know that nigga broke
And look you know that she a hoe
So what the fuck
Can't bring our blicks
Then I won't do the show (For real)
Clutching on this steel
I just know my cup bet not get spilled
Chilling at the crib
Like McDonald's tryna stack a mil
In a V8 switch the gears
He ain't ran up ten in twenty years
Lay him down with that fye
Just like some ribs
You know what it is
Ain't gotta cap for nothing
Go ask your bitch
She know we fucking
Don't talk and
Don't want have discussions
Just traded the drake and
It was Russian
He pull up on my block
I'm bussin
Just took a stick
From my own cousin
Got hit with that Drake
That nigga left it
That bitch know he wasn't talking about nothing
Capping in your raps
You ain't catching shit
Ain't smacking shit
We slide down your block
We clapping sticks
Get active quick
Get active bitch
I'm posted at the trap
Christian Diors
It cost a rack for this
My telegram plug packaging
When I touched 100
It was immaculate
Bitch that's easy
Me and CEO knew that we gone make it
They ain't believe me
Stick a nigga out his shit
Just because my niggas need it
Hit him with this AP now hands on his chest
Like the pledge of allegiance
My new thang think my niggas really angels
All my niggas really demons
It's either give me head
Or hit the door
He ain't got no money
Cause that nigga work at Zaxby's 10 4
Now you know that nigga broke
And look you know that she a hoe
So what the fuck
Can't bring our blicks
Then I won't do the show (For real)
Clutching on this steel
I just know my cup bet not get spilled
Chilling at the crib
Like McDonald's tryna stack a mil
In a V8 switch the gears
He ain't ran up ten in twenty years
Lay him down with that fye
Just like some ribs
You know what it is
I'm big ATG 211
Nigga play with the gang
Imma send his ass to heaven
Clutching on a G2
But lil Steve can have the Smith & Wesson
Get knocked up from the fully
It's a switch inside this weapon
It's a switch inside my gun
I catch you boy
You bet not run
This stick hold 100
Like a bun
Yo bitch
She be sucking dick for fun
I got three switches
You got one
Two switches on a drill
Will get it done
Can't wait til they free lil Mike and lil Mon
That shit gone get hot like the sun
Bitch
I know what y'all thinking
I know what y'all thinking
It's either give me head
Or hit the door
He ain't got no money
Cause that nigga work at Zaxby's 10 4
Now you know that nigga broke
And look you know that she a hoe
So what the fuck
Can't bring our blicks
Then I won't do the show (For real)
Clutching on this steel
I just know my cup bet not get spilled
Chilling at the crib
Like McDonald's tryna stack a mil
In a V8 switch the gears
He ain't ran up ten in twenty years
Lay him down with that fye
Just like some ribs
You know what it is
Ain't gotta cap for nothing
Go ask your bitch
She know we fucking
Don't talk and
Don't want have discussions
Just traded the drake and
It was Russian
He pull up on my block
I'm bussin
Just took a stick
From my own cousin
Got hit with that Drake
That nigga left it
That bitch know he wasn't talking about nothing
Capping in your raps
You ain't catching shit
Ain't smacking shit
We slide down your block
We clapping sticks
Get active quick
Get active bitch
I'm posted at the trap
Christian Diors
It cost a rack for this
My telegram plug packaging
When I touched 100
It was immaculate
Bitch that's easy
Me and CEO knew that we gone make it
They ain't believe me
Stick a nigga out his shit
Just because my niggas need it
Hit him with this AP now hands on his chest
Like the pledge of allegiance
My new thang think my niggas really angels
All my niggas really demons
It's either give me head
Or hit the door
He ain't got no money
Cause that nigga work at Zaxby's 10 4
Now you know that nigga broke
And look you know that she a hoe
So what the fuck
Can't bring our blicks
Then I won't do the show (For real)
Clutching on this steel
I just know my cup bet not get spilled
Chilling at the crib
Like McDonald's tryna stack a mil
In a V8 switch the gears
He ain't ran up ten in twenty years
Lay him down with that fye
Just like some ribs
You know what it is
I'm big ATG 211
Nigga play with the gang
Imma send his ass to heaven
Clutching on a G2
But lil Steve can have the Smith & Wesson
Get knocked up from the fully
It's a switch inside this weapon
It's a switch inside my gun
I catch you boy
You bet not run
This stick hold 100
Like a bun
Yo bitch
She be sucking dick for fun
I got three switches
You got one
Two switches on a drill
Will get it done
Can't wait til they free lil Mike and lil Mon
That shit gone get hot like the sun
Bitch
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