Charlie Sheen
Ayy, first off, don't ever try me like no dummy
Pull that blick right out, go ahead and give me all your money
Niggas out here talkin' bout shit that they know they ain't never done it
Lurking on every block got hit, and they know my niggas spun it
Ayy, you ain't talkin' bout motion, you ain't talkin' bout nothin
You talkin' bout hoes, and bitch, you broke, gotta do better huh
Ayy, you tryin' to box, but I think not I got that metal huh
He tried to get my partner shot I got the Glock
This bitch gon' tear him down that boy get blowed down
I hate when niggas talk bout shit they don't know about
Ayy 29 Skyy Free Psych, he comin' home now ayyy
I got money in my pocket, look like knots, that money long now ayy
And boy, I know you don't smoke, cause bitch, you know
This bitch gon' smoke you like a vape
Rockin' dope, boy T, I don't care bout what you know
What you don't know, G, finna push up on this hoe
I think this bitch from overseas
When I hit her, I'ma leave, go to my boo like Lisha Keys
Had to cut a couple hoes off, told that bitch to let me breathe
These niggas actors, make me laugh
Call that lil' boy Charlie Sheen, looking get you pop
In the eye, he gon' need some Visine
If they say that he be snitchin', then he can't be on my team
Just told, this bitch gon' ride me, ayy
He need protection, call him 69
They know how I used to robb the city with this blicky
He get blicked down, them niggas try to count me out
Go tell them niggas, talk that shit now
Back then she ain't wanna fuck me, but she goin' cause I'm lit now
But I like, no, I just pass her to my bro
Like an assist, huh? I'm just stackin' up my bankroll
I'm not worried bout no bitch now, nope
They know how I get down, up this bitch and make 'em sit down
And I know these niggas snakes, so that grass gotta get trimmed down
Know I been stayin' out the mix, still ain't forget bout that
Feel like I'm Nick Sabin in this bitch, we sendin' blitz bout that
I just took a hoe right from her nigga, sent the bitch right back
Hangin' with some throwed off killers, he tryna get another hat
All that shit, he rappin' Cap, know he ain't livin' like that
Feeling dizzy think I gotta take a nap, cause we be spinnin' like that
Bink, pow, boom, we be spinnin' like that
Pull that blick right out, go ahead and give me all your money
Niggas out here talkin' bout shit that they know they ain't never done it
Lurking on every block got hit, and they know my niggas spun it
Ayy, you ain't talkin' bout motion, you ain't talkin' bout nothin
You talkin' bout hoes, and bitch, you broke, gotta do better huh
Ayy, you tryin' to box, but I think not I got that metal huh
He tried to get my partner shot I got the Glock
This bitch gon' tear him down that boy get blowed down
I hate when niggas talk bout shit they don't know about
Ayy 29 Skyy Free Psych, he comin' home now ayyy
I got money in my pocket, look like knots, that money long now ayy
And boy, I know you don't smoke, cause bitch, you know
This bitch gon' smoke you like a vape
Rockin' dope, boy T, I don't care bout what you know
What you don't know, G, finna push up on this hoe
I think this bitch from overseas
When I hit her, I'ma leave, go to my boo like Lisha Keys
Had to cut a couple hoes off, told that bitch to let me breathe
These niggas actors, make me laugh
Call that lil' boy Charlie Sheen, looking get you pop
In the eye, he gon' need some Visine
If they say that he be snitchin', then he can't be on my team
Just told, this bitch gon' ride me, ayy
He need protection, call him 69
They know how I used to robb the city with this blicky
He get blicked down, them niggas try to count me out
Go tell them niggas, talk that shit now
Back then she ain't wanna fuck me, but she goin' cause I'm lit now
But I like, no, I just pass her to my bro
Like an assist, huh? I'm just stackin' up my bankroll
I'm not worried bout no bitch now, nope
They know how I get down, up this bitch and make 'em sit down
And I know these niggas snakes, so that grass gotta get trimmed down
Know I been stayin' out the mix, still ain't forget bout that
Feel like I'm Nick Sabin in this bitch, we sendin' blitz bout that
I just took a hoe right from her nigga, sent the bitch right back
Hangin' with some throwed off killers, he tryna get another hat
All that shit, he rappin' Cap, know he ain't livin' like that
Feeling dizzy think I gotta take a nap, cause we be spinnin' like that
Bink, pow, boom, we be spinnin' like that
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Writer(s): Bryan Higginbotham
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