Inventory
Roll up to his crib and we gon kill that boy
Got a couple hundred hits down in the inventory
Walk into his spot and we gon let it blow
Walk into the function with my pistol showing
That boy talking crazy, got hit to the floor
I just emptied out his wallets still lookin for more
We bring the artillery
We shoot like the millitary
I got money now, so they envy me
Think im mvp
Had to switch my flow so they got more options when they be bitin me
Had to bring the cheese
Had to bring the green
Got gold in my teeth
Worldtour on the beat
Won't catch me out the crib without a Glock
Numbers goin up and i dont think that it will stop
Okay stop
Run up to his crib with a choppa and say whats up
Ima let them bullets fly had to tеll him duck
I guess just your luck
Pop out with a drum
Now he done
Shoot for fun
Hot likе sun
Little boy you are my son
Roll up to his crib and we gon kill that boy
Got a couple hundred hits down in the inventory
Walk into his spot and we gon let it blow
Walk into the function with my pistol showing
That boy talking crazy, got hit to the floor
I just emptied out his wallets still lookin for more
Got a couple hundred hits down in the inventory
Walk into his spot and we gon let it blow
Walk into the function with my pistol showing
That boy talking crazy, got hit to the floor
I just emptied out his wallets still lookin for more
We bring the artillery
We shoot like the millitary
I got money now, so they envy me
Think im mvp
Had to switch my flow so they got more options when they be bitin me
Had to bring the cheese
Had to bring the green
Got gold in my teeth
Worldtour on the beat
Won't catch me out the crib without a Glock
Numbers goin up and i dont think that it will stop
Okay stop
Run up to his crib with a choppa and say whats up
Ima let them bullets fly had to tеll him duck
I guess just your luck
Pop out with a drum
Now he done
Shoot for fun
Hot likе sun
Little boy you are my son
Roll up to his crib and we gon kill that boy
Got a couple hundred hits down in the inventory
Walk into his spot and we gon let it blow
Walk into the function with my pistol showing
That boy talking crazy, got hit to the floor
I just emptied out his wallets still lookin for more
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Writer(s): Curtis Sabo
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