madasf
Yea yea
Haaaaaa
Po the wock
Lil bitch, I'm buyin' everything, I fuckin' rock
You ain't got enough money to come on
The fuckin' block, lil bitch
It's crazy how I'm seein' all these kids
They doin' shit I did already
Man, it's crazy how I'm seein' all these kids,
They doin' they doin' shit I did already, man, it's crazy
I said it's crazy how these kids, they doin' shit I did already
I pop out all black with the Glock, I got that shit, okay,
I'm ready, ye
Blow that shit up top, yo block like it's fuckin' confetti, ye
When I'm in the building
You can't see the roof
Why the fuck is that?
Bitch, I'm smokin' gas
Hop up out the Jag
Flyin' fast
You ain't know about the shit, then get a fuckin' bag
Walkin' through the Saks
Just copped a Helmut Lang tee, get off my sack
You ain't makin' more cheese than me, that's a fact
I smoke the fuck outta the room, you can't even see my silhouette
Get the fuck outta my mentions, I ain't tryna hear that trash
I ain't buddy buddy with nobody
Less they cut a check
Walk 'round very bloody
I ain't give a fuck about what's next
I just shot that boy right in the neck, I'm 'bout to roll him up
I scooped his bitch up, how he mad as fuck?
I took these bitches, now he mad as fuck
Aye, where that check, bro? Yea yea, run it up
Haaaaaa
Po the wock
Lil bitch, I'm buyin' everything, I fuckin' rock
You ain't got enough money to come on
The fuckin' block, lil bitch
It's crazy how I'm seein' all these kids
They doin' shit I did already
Man, it's crazy how I'm seein' all these kids,
They doin' they doin' shit I did already, man, it's crazy
I said it's crazy how these kids, they doin' shit I did already
I pop out all black with the Glock, I got that shit, okay,
I'm ready, ye
Blow that shit up top, yo block like it's fuckin' confetti, ye
When I'm in the building
You can't see the roof
Why the fuck is that?
Bitch, I'm smokin' gas
Hop up out the Jag
Flyin' fast
You ain't know about the shit, then get a fuckin' bag
Walkin' through the Saks
Just copped a Helmut Lang tee, get off my sack
You ain't makin' more cheese than me, that's a fact
I smoke the fuck outta the room, you can't even see my silhouette
Get the fuck outta my mentions, I ain't tryna hear that trash
I ain't buddy buddy with nobody
Less they cut a check
Walk 'round very bloody
I ain't give a fuck about what's next
I just shot that boy right in the neck, I'm 'bout to roll him up
I scooped his bitch up, how he mad as fuck?
I took these bitches, now he mad as fuck
Aye, where that check, bro? Yea yea, run it up
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Writer(s): Marric Slack, Vasco Santos
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