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Hop in the Wraith and we doin' the dash, me and my boys be stackin' that cash
We sippin' on lean, better not crash
They wanna be us, but they can't surpass
Ran up my money, the rainy days sunny

Four-Five to your tummy, now you walk real funny
Bullet hit his leg, now he bounce like a bunny
Can't forget the days I was broke and bummy yeah And we hop out

Two twin Glocks, better watch out
Hollow tip hit him in his brain and it popped out
Left, right, left, right, hit him with a knockout
I'm like, damn, pull the Glock out

He like, damn, pull the cock out
No, I ain't gay, but I put a 30 clip on just to see what the hype bout'
See what the hype bout' niggas be cappin' and writin' what they life bout'

This off the top, baby, yeah, this a freestyle
Move wrong, see what that G-Lock bite bout
You know I'm always with the motherfuckin' pipe out
I got the pipe out, niggas be dumb and stupid

Run up on me and get booted
You know I'm a champion, stay undisputed
Your bitch sing my songs, it's so therapeutic
I get so lost in this music

Money different colors, like it's a Rubik's
Lookin' at your bitch, yeah, she too thick
Wonderin' if I'ma give her good dick
Hell nah, she for the streets

Niggas wan' be like me
I get the head and leave
I ain't payin' for pussy
These bitches, they lie and deceive
No, baby, not me

But you know I do the dash in the Wraith
got the cash in the safe
If you run up on me, got that oven, get baked
You know I don't hang with the motherfuckin' snakes

Chop a nigga up and serve him like steak
Then eat your bitty out like she was a cake
She got her titties out, I know that they fake
She bouncin' her ass like a damn earthquake

Told her come and put it all on my face



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Writer(s): Japhen Wilson
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