Soccer Mom
Yeah (uh-huh)
It's the biggest creature, what else? (The Block Ness Monster)
Blockworks, two-way, deuce, siete
The Mafia way, yeah (standin' taller than Big Foot)
Mr. Jacksonville
Where we at? What else? (It get gargantuan)
Free my niggas, 23-and-one, I'll never see the sun
Brodie just came home, two years parole, but still he keep his drum
Police wanna read my rights, I'm just tryna feed my son (gang-gang)
227, concreatures, niggas know that we them ones
Jack boys wanna tie me up, wish they could duct tape us (you wish)
All this money I keep countin' up, shit got 'em frustrated
Audemars rose, fully blowed, I had to touch bases (yeah)
All my cars, clothes, jewelry, and my hoes updated
Nigga flodgin' like he smashin' brickies, he be pump fakin'
All the choppas came with ass and titties, this a rump shaker (grrt)
Up Drakey, what's shakin'? I dare you jump brazy
Said he wanna try my necklace on, tell him to come take it
Left titi the extras on the plate after I'm done scrapin'
Know I tolerate no disrespect, it won't be none taken (at all)
Brick of Eukanuba cut, 101 Dalmatians (yeah)
On the Westside with a team of shooters like it's Dub Nation (brrat)
Crash course in movin' icks, this shit like stocks and bonds
I had the dashboard doin' tricks in that soccer mom
He get 'em five for a hunnid, told him that's not a bargain (it's not)
I'm all about the money, all about a profit margin (it's blocks)
Told him he payin' too much, the ticket, I could beat it
I run game, so when it's ran on me, I could peep it (game)
It ain't no secret Gimme got shot up and blew to pieces (grrah)
Give me what you got, what you don't got, you can keep it
I'm sharecroppin', cotton pickin' with the Mary Poppins (yeah)
Hunnid off of one play, that's a sundae with the cherry toppings (ayy)
Big 580 in the driveway and I barely wash it (skrrt)
Sis the boss, so if she set it off, nah, I don't care to squash it
Been coachin' shooters all my life, I feel like Perry Watson
Send 'em Grinches down your chimney hittin', tryna tear your stockin'
I'll shoot the durag off your head and leave your hair with blotches
Gang like the Marine Corps, now I got military options
The agent that's still on my case, I know somewhere he watchin'
Me and my three bitches, when we finish, they gon' share my Johnson
My right pocket look like it grew up somewhere in Compton
Plug to the light socket, now I'm too up to care who plottin' (too up)
Watchin' my moves, nigga must got a starin' problem
Just me and M, iced up in the coupe with that Aaron Rodgers (that AR)
Head of a drug ring, the opposite of Harry Potter
No free felony favors, gotta profit off of every dollar (let's get this money)
Crash course in movin' icks, this shit like stocks and bonds
I had the dashboard doin' tricks in that soccer mom
He get 'em five for a hunnid, told him that's not a bargain
I'm all about the money, all about a profit margin (cash money)
Told him he payin' too much, the ticket, I could beat it
I run game, so when it's ran on me, I could peep it (yeah, game)
It ain't no secret Gimme got shot up and blew to pieces (brrat)
Give me what you got, what you don't got, you can keep it (keep the change)
It's the biggest creature, what else? (The Block Ness Monster)
Blockworks, two-way, deuce, siete
The Mafia way, yeah (standin' taller than Big Foot)
Mr. Jacksonville
Where we at? What else? (It get gargantuan)
Free my niggas, 23-and-one, I'll never see the sun
Brodie just came home, two years parole, but still he keep his drum
Police wanna read my rights, I'm just tryna feed my son (gang-gang)
227, concreatures, niggas know that we them ones
Jack boys wanna tie me up, wish they could duct tape us (you wish)
All this money I keep countin' up, shit got 'em frustrated
Audemars rose, fully blowed, I had to touch bases (yeah)
All my cars, clothes, jewelry, and my hoes updated
Nigga flodgin' like he smashin' brickies, he be pump fakin'
All the choppas came with ass and titties, this a rump shaker (grrt)
Up Drakey, what's shakin'? I dare you jump brazy
Said he wanna try my necklace on, tell him to come take it
Left titi the extras on the plate after I'm done scrapin'
Know I tolerate no disrespect, it won't be none taken (at all)
Brick of Eukanuba cut, 101 Dalmatians (yeah)
On the Westside with a team of shooters like it's Dub Nation (brrat)
Crash course in movin' icks, this shit like stocks and bonds
I had the dashboard doin' tricks in that soccer mom
He get 'em five for a hunnid, told him that's not a bargain (it's not)
I'm all about the money, all about a profit margin (it's blocks)
Told him he payin' too much, the ticket, I could beat it
I run game, so when it's ran on me, I could peep it (game)
It ain't no secret Gimme got shot up and blew to pieces (grrah)
Give me what you got, what you don't got, you can keep it
I'm sharecroppin', cotton pickin' with the Mary Poppins (yeah)
Hunnid off of one play, that's a sundae with the cherry toppings (ayy)
Big 580 in the driveway and I barely wash it (skrrt)
Sis the boss, so if she set it off, nah, I don't care to squash it
Been coachin' shooters all my life, I feel like Perry Watson
Send 'em Grinches down your chimney hittin', tryna tear your stockin'
I'll shoot the durag off your head and leave your hair with blotches
Gang like the Marine Corps, now I got military options
The agent that's still on my case, I know somewhere he watchin'
Me and my three bitches, when we finish, they gon' share my Johnson
My right pocket look like it grew up somewhere in Compton
Plug to the light socket, now I'm too up to care who plottin' (too up)
Watchin' my moves, nigga must got a starin' problem
Just me and M, iced up in the coupe with that Aaron Rodgers (that AR)
Head of a drug ring, the opposite of Harry Potter
No free felony favors, gotta profit off of every dollar (let's get this money)
Crash course in movin' icks, this shit like stocks and bonds
I had the dashboard doin' tricks in that soccer mom
He get 'em five for a hunnid, told him that's not a bargain
I'm all about the money, all about a profit margin (cash money)
Told him he payin' too much, the ticket, I could beat it
I run game, so when it's ran on me, I could peep it (yeah, game)
It ain't no secret Gimme got shot up and blew to pieces (brrat)
Give me what you got, what you don't got, you can keep it (keep the change)
Credits
Writer(s): James Clay Jones Iii, Nicholas Craven
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