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Yea
Aye
Walk down a opp
We hit em with choppas
Bleed on the ground now he need him a doctor
Shit in his pants now he look like a toddler
Eating real good
Fettuccini and lobster
Get me the shrimp with the pasta
Head of the table I look like a mobster
Don't get me angry I turn to a monster
Pockets real big like a hippo
Pockets real fat like I'm Lizzo
We poppin he better go get low
We robbing we creep in his window
Shhh I'm in yo crib imma tip toe
Niggas gon hate from the get go
Call me the tooth fairy I'm finna come put this nickel right under yo pillow
I'm finna fuck on a thot bitch
Giving me top and she topless
She on that cop shit
Askin for money then she gon get drop kicked
Bitch stay the fuck out my pockets
Let me start changing the topic
Don't fit in my picture I crop it
You don't gotta hate nigga stop it
We stepping on shit like a mosh pit
I'm tryna make me a profit
Telling the future I feel like a prophet
Go to the bank imma make a deposit
Fly to the moon I don't need me a rocket
Go to McDonald's and order some fries
Spicy McChicken and get me a pie
Was talkin that shit but got hit in his spine
Hold on I think he alive
Skrrt skrtt skrtt
Nah spin on they block and make sure that he die
If he on they side Make sure that they cry
Get put in the dirt and got put in the sky
Took me a Eddie I'm finna go fly
Dressed in all black now I feel like a spy
Ain't scared of nobody so why would I lie
Young tuff niggas we come from the Chi
Michael and Scottie we been on that bullshit
And we gon empty a full clip
Niggas just talk but don't do shit
Copped a new chop and it's long like a pool stick
Hang up the phone on a bitch on some rude shit
Put on my shades on some cool shit
You want me gone then you better come move shit
I know you a bitch I can prove it
Light up a Dutch it got runtz in it
Just Hit it and quit it no cuffing it
These bitches jus need a lil humbling
And Niggas get popped ain't no tussling
He was a hooper then we get to shooting
Now Watch he gon turn to the running man
Niggas be buffering chopper be stuttering
I jus been hustling tryna go get me a Cullinan
Gave her the dick and she say it's immaculate
Hit from the back and I'm smacking it
Got all my chains on and nobody snatching it
Give me the ball
And you know I'm not passing it
I do not talk to these dummies I'm not a ventriloquist
Niggas forget imma lyricist
And I'm legitimate
And I be fresher than spearmint
Point at yo top like a pyramid
Aye
Walk down a opp
We hit em with choppas
Bleed on the ground now he need him a doctor
Shit in his pants now he look like a toddler
Eating real good
Fettuccini and lobster
Get me the shrimp with the pasta
Head of the table I look like a mobster
Don't get me angry I turn to a monster
Pockets real big like a hippo
Pockets real fat like I'm Lizzo
We poppin he better go get low
We robbing we creep in his window
Shhh I'm in yo crib imma tip toe
Niggas gon hate from the get go
Call me the tooth fairy I'm finna come put this nickel right under yo pillow
I'm finna fuck on a thot bitch
Giving me top and she topless
She on that cop shit
Askin for money then she gon get drop kicked
Bitch stay the fuck out my pockets
Let me start changing the topic
Don't fit in my picture I crop it
You don't gotta hate nigga stop it
We stepping on shit like a mosh pit
I'm tryna make me a profit
Telling the future I feel like a prophet
Go to the bank imma make a deposit
Fly to the moon I don't need me a rocket
Go to McDonald's and order some fries
Spicy McChicken and get me a pie
Was talkin that shit but got hit in his spine
Hold on I think he alive
Skrrt skrtt skrtt
Nah spin on they block and make sure that he die
If he on they side Make sure that they cry
Get put in the dirt and got put in the sky
Took me a Eddie I'm finna go fly
Dressed in all black now I feel like a spy
Ain't scared of nobody so why would I lie
Young tuff niggas we come from the Chi
Michael and Scottie we been on that bullshit
And we gon empty a full clip
Niggas just talk but don't do shit
Copped a new chop and it's long like a pool stick
Hang up the phone on a bitch on some rude shit
Put on my shades on some cool shit
You want me gone then you better come move shit
I know you a bitch I can prove it
Light up a Dutch it got runtz in it
Just Hit it and quit it no cuffing it
These bitches jus need a lil humbling
And Niggas get popped ain't no tussling
He was a hooper then we get to shooting
Now Watch he gon turn to the running man
Niggas be buffering chopper be stuttering
I jus been hustling tryna go get me a Cullinan
Gave her the dick and she say it's immaculate
Hit from the back and I'm smacking it
Got all my chains on and nobody snatching it
Give me the ball
And you know I'm not passing it
I do not talk to these dummies I'm not a ventriloquist
Niggas forget imma lyricist
And I'm legitimate
And I be fresher than spearmint
Point at yo top like a pyramid
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Writer(s): Malik Redmond
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