CERTIFIED (feat. Lil Chriski)
Me and Lil' Chriski on that mission, you know he certified
Me and Lil' Bone get the drop from that hoe, yeah we finna slide
Yeah, all them P's inside, bitch, yeah them shits is mine
Yeah, dub that hoe, let her go, I made that lil' bitch cry
Yeah, walk in this bitch, I'm the man, huh, bitch, I'm packin' heat
You can't serve no work on the block unless you pay that fee
Gotta switch the flow, we on a new wave
Think it's time to flip the script, we on a new page
I was a young bull, ran up bands in a few days
I could sell it whole, break it down in a few ways
Boys been on the block, make it hot, I need a new place
If she not suckin' dick, get out the whip, I need a new bae
Bitch, I'm smokin' gas, Jet don't need it, he be slidin' sober
We was ridin' in that fuckin' Taurus, dreamin' bout a Rover
Got a lil' freak bitch off the X, finna bend her over
Police on his ass, ain't parked the whip, Bone ain't pullin' over
Found out my big homie turned to fed, had to close that folder
Thayer Street, posted up, we was servin' fiends
Rollin' GG, I was 15, started poppin' beans
I was down bad, run up a bag, three bands in my jeans
Bone pulled out the chop, it was a mop, that bitch had a bean
We was postin' on Charlotte Ave, we was tryna scheme
Bitch, I got the racks, I got the gas, lil' bitch, I serve it cheap
T-Bo got the gas, he got the backy, hot box in' the Jeep
That hoe like my fragrance, like my racks, I fuck that hoe to sleep
Bro been countin' money, makin' plays like he supposed to be
That hoe think I'm icy, tryna fuck me, tryna smoke some weed
Chriski off the addy, me and T-Bo tryna po' some lean
Yeah, hit up AD, tryna slide through
Yo, bitch, in my DM, yeah, you know that bitch is mine too
Bitch, I ran a bag up from this rap shit, tryna grind too
Chriski was a trapper, turned a rapper, tryna slide too
T-Bo ridin' fast, hold on, bro, stop and park the V
That boy said it's racks up in his future, bitch, it's hard to see
Kick that dumbass boy up out the trap, and Now he hardly eat
Yeah, bitch, it's hard to see
Me and lil' Chriski on that mission, you know he certified
Me and lil' Bone get the drop from that hoe, yeah, we finna slide
All them P's inside, bitch, yeah, them shits is mine
Dub that hoe, let her go, I made that lil' bitch cry
Walk this bitch I'm the man, bitch, I'm packin' heat
You can't serve no work on the block unless you pay that fee
Yeah, ayy, yeah, stop and park the V
Yeah, bitch, yeah, MBM, yeah, GCB
Me and Lil' Bone get the drop from that hoe, yeah we finna slide
Yeah, all them P's inside, bitch, yeah them shits is mine
Yeah, dub that hoe, let her go, I made that lil' bitch cry
Yeah, walk in this bitch, I'm the man, huh, bitch, I'm packin' heat
You can't serve no work on the block unless you pay that fee
Gotta switch the flow, we on a new wave
Think it's time to flip the script, we on a new page
I was a young bull, ran up bands in a few days
I could sell it whole, break it down in a few ways
Boys been on the block, make it hot, I need a new place
If she not suckin' dick, get out the whip, I need a new bae
Bitch, I'm smokin' gas, Jet don't need it, he be slidin' sober
We was ridin' in that fuckin' Taurus, dreamin' bout a Rover
Got a lil' freak bitch off the X, finna bend her over
Police on his ass, ain't parked the whip, Bone ain't pullin' over
Found out my big homie turned to fed, had to close that folder
Thayer Street, posted up, we was servin' fiends
Rollin' GG, I was 15, started poppin' beans
I was down bad, run up a bag, three bands in my jeans
Bone pulled out the chop, it was a mop, that bitch had a bean
We was postin' on Charlotte Ave, we was tryna scheme
Bitch, I got the racks, I got the gas, lil' bitch, I serve it cheap
T-Bo got the gas, he got the backy, hot box in' the Jeep
That hoe like my fragrance, like my racks, I fuck that hoe to sleep
Bro been countin' money, makin' plays like he supposed to be
That hoe think I'm icy, tryna fuck me, tryna smoke some weed
Chriski off the addy, me and T-Bo tryna po' some lean
Yeah, hit up AD, tryna slide through
Yo, bitch, in my DM, yeah, you know that bitch is mine too
Bitch, I ran a bag up from this rap shit, tryna grind too
Chriski was a trapper, turned a rapper, tryna slide too
T-Bo ridin' fast, hold on, bro, stop and park the V
That boy said it's racks up in his future, bitch, it's hard to see
Kick that dumbass boy up out the trap, and Now he hardly eat
Yeah, bitch, it's hard to see
Me and lil' Chriski on that mission, you know he certified
Me and lil' Bone get the drop from that hoe, yeah, we finna slide
All them P's inside, bitch, yeah, them shits is mine
Dub that hoe, let her go, I made that lil' bitch cry
Walk this bitch I'm the man, bitch, I'm packin' heat
You can't serve no work on the block unless you pay that fee
Yeah, ayy, yeah, stop and park the V
Yeah, bitch, yeah, MBM, yeah, GCB
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Writer(s): Andru Terhune
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