p.o.

Yeah, check me outtttahhahashfheee
Hhee

Yeah, stupid shit, what we on?
Plug just hit my phone, told me
Pack came in from Rio
I can't fuck wit broke bitches
They can't hit my P.O
They can't hit my P.O
Huh, yeah, never, they can't hit my P.O

Think I see that red and blue, I tell his ass to speed up
Man, I done hit that bitch too many times, yeah, no Derek Jeter
I got this shit my way, you too far away for it
You got my OK, don't throw it away, shawty

And I'm geeked, yeah, always, but I'm stuck in my way, huh
I'm up in LA and I got cups to drink, pour it

I packed his black up tightly, yeah, that whole shit,
It got shipped away
I fucked his bitch 'cause she was looking nice up in that Rick today
Think you gonna kill me, that's unlikely, you could try tho
And I ain't even tryin' when I'm shootin', got my eyes closed

Yeaaaaaa
Flaa

Is we on go? I got big pole
Whole gang post up with that missile
Die lit 'cause my choppa won't miss, no
Screamin' RIP, I let that shit go out that window
Remember when I took my first body, I ain't ever let that shit go

When I'm in that establishment, I'm poppin' every tag, yooo

That's how that should go
Yeah, that's how that shit go
Yeah, that's how that shit go
Yeah, that's how that shit go
Yeaaaahuuuuu



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