Orchard
Ayy, run it up, shit seem nice but the gun is suckin', ayy, number one, ayy
Known to shoot down all the run up, we flip packs all night till the sun is up
Shooters green light if you try me I'm runnin' up
Wock or the tris, always stay with a double cup
Pull up in the Rolls, lil' mama tryna come with us
Stay low key, No lil baby, he ain't one of us
I was Bagging work from the night till the sun is up
We took them trips on the Road, fuck a china bus
I got locked down, I ain't fold, I ain't fight or fuss
Do for my gang like yo bro who gon' fight for us
Don't want that smoke cause that boy ash ain't white enough
Pass me a script, you know I'ma write it up
I stay outside, no lil' boy, I ain't typin' nun
I be outside on these streets like a light or sum,
I keep a thirty, you know I ain't fightin' none
Yes, we can scrap but not really a fighter, son
Sippin' wok till I go see the light or sim,
Three shots from this Glock, Allen Iverson
Please stop 30s singin' like choirs, man
Did a dash and I burn out the tires, man
You got faith in that boy, he's a liar, damn
I be taxin' these niggas like Uncle Sam
Watch me swerve switchin' lanes in that Cullinan
Told the Yahtzee pull up and to bring a friend
Tryna copy my wave but they really can't
Look at my wrist, my diamonds, they really dance
I call my ooters, they spinnin' like ceiling fans
VVS diamonds, my carties, they tinted man
Talking racks need a cool couple million
They don't call me the wock Prince, for nothin
Pass me the seal, you know I start buggin
He wanted wok but we, served him the Tussin
Hop in the Foreign and I'm speedin' for nothin
I call up the band, they bringin' the drums in
He don't got no bands, that boy, he be bluffin
I love rubber bands, you know I be thumbin
Pop a perky in that shit, got me buzzin
Ayy, run it up, shit seem nice, but the gun is tucked
Ayy, number one, ayy, known to shoot down all the runner-ups
We flip packs all night till the sun is up
Shooters green light if you try me, I'm runnin' up
Wok or the tris, always stay with a double cup
Pull up in the Rolls, lil' mama tryna come wit us
Stay low-key, no lil baby, he ain't one of us
I was bagging work from the night till the sun is up
We took them trips on the road, fuck a China bus
I got locked down, I ain't fold, I ain't fight or fuss
Do for my gang like yo bro who gon' fight for us
Don't want that smoke, cause that boy ash ain't white enough
Pass me the scripts and you know I'ma write it up
I stay outside no lil boy I ain't typing nun
Known to shoot down all the run up, we flip packs all night till the sun is up
Shooters green light if you try me I'm runnin' up
Wock or the tris, always stay with a double cup
Pull up in the Rolls, lil' mama tryna come with us
Stay low key, No lil baby, he ain't one of us
I was Bagging work from the night till the sun is up
We took them trips on the Road, fuck a china bus
I got locked down, I ain't fold, I ain't fight or fuss
Do for my gang like yo bro who gon' fight for us
Don't want that smoke cause that boy ash ain't white enough
Pass me a script, you know I'ma write it up
I stay outside, no lil' boy, I ain't typin' nun
I be outside on these streets like a light or sum,
I keep a thirty, you know I ain't fightin' none
Yes, we can scrap but not really a fighter, son
Sippin' wok till I go see the light or sim,
Three shots from this Glock, Allen Iverson
Please stop 30s singin' like choirs, man
Did a dash and I burn out the tires, man
You got faith in that boy, he's a liar, damn
I be taxin' these niggas like Uncle Sam
Watch me swerve switchin' lanes in that Cullinan
Told the Yahtzee pull up and to bring a friend
Tryna copy my wave but they really can't
Look at my wrist, my diamonds, they really dance
I call my ooters, they spinnin' like ceiling fans
VVS diamonds, my carties, they tinted man
Talking racks need a cool couple million
They don't call me the wock Prince, for nothin
Pass me the seal, you know I start buggin
He wanted wok but we, served him the Tussin
Hop in the Foreign and I'm speedin' for nothin
I call up the band, they bringin' the drums in
He don't got no bands, that boy, he be bluffin
I love rubber bands, you know I be thumbin
Pop a perky in that shit, got me buzzin
Ayy, run it up, shit seem nice, but the gun is tucked
Ayy, number one, ayy, known to shoot down all the runner-ups
We flip packs all night till the sun is up
Shooters green light if you try me, I'm runnin' up
Wok or the tris, always stay with a double cup
Pull up in the Rolls, lil' mama tryna come wit us
Stay low-key, no lil baby, he ain't one of us
I was bagging work from the night till the sun is up
We took them trips on the road, fuck a China bus
I got locked down, I ain't fold, I ain't fight or fuss
Do for my gang like yo bro who gon' fight for us
Don't want that smoke, cause that boy ash ain't white enough
Pass me the scripts and you know I'ma write it up
I stay outside no lil boy I ain't typing nun
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Writer(s): Jahsia Spencer
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