Campbells
Dripping like can of soup
I got da sauce nigga
You broke as fuck ain't got no job
That's yo fault nigga
Stack dem 20's up
And put em in a vault nigga
Take dem P's run em back
Marshall Faulk nigga
She got a ass make it shake
Baby
Clap
Clap
Clap
Cut em off
Niggas fake
So I gotta keep a strap
I got court in 20 days
What da fuck Finna happen
Stand on business
Real street
Ask about me
I ain't cappin
Real nigga
Not a rapper
Street nigga
Imma trapper
sumn fast
Hit da gas
Skrrt off
Do da dasher
Fuck 12
Fuck da law
Bitch I'm bucking all that shit
Ain't sweet
No candy bar
Chain on me
Walking lick
Try to reach
Imma teach
Fuck around and get hit
Down Florida
On da beach
Wit yo bitch
Getting lit
Smoking za
out a raw
(Cough cough)
Ain't passing shit
Leave me lone
I'm in da zone
Call of duty
Hit da switch
I'm popping so much shit
That's why I think these niggas hating me
Walk inside da spot
And pipe it up
Plus I got gang wit me
Ain't wit all dat talking
Flip dis bitch just like a SUV
My bitch snuck in the party
With a Forty
Don't you play wit me
Dripping like can of soup
I got da sauce nigga
You broke as fuck ain't got no job
That's yo fault nigga
Stack dem 20's up
And put em in a vault nigga
Take dem P's run em back
Marshall Faulk nigga
She got a ass make it shake
Baby
Clap
Clap
Clap
Cut em off
Niggas fake
So I gotta keep a strap
I got court in 20 days
What da fuck Finna happen
Stand on business
Real street
Ask about me
I ain't cappin
I got da sauce nigga
You broke as fuck ain't got no job
That's yo fault nigga
Stack dem 20's up
And put em in a vault nigga
Take dem P's run em back
Marshall Faulk nigga
She got a ass make it shake
Baby
Clap
Clap
Clap
Cut em off
Niggas fake
So I gotta keep a strap
I got court in 20 days
What da fuck Finna happen
Stand on business
Real street
Ask about me
I ain't cappin
Real nigga
Not a rapper
Street nigga
Imma trapper
sumn fast
Hit da gas
Skrrt off
Do da dasher
Fuck 12
Fuck da law
Bitch I'm bucking all that shit
Ain't sweet
No candy bar
Chain on me
Walking lick
Try to reach
Imma teach
Fuck around and get hit
Down Florida
On da beach
Wit yo bitch
Getting lit
Smoking za
out a raw
(Cough cough)
Ain't passing shit
Leave me lone
I'm in da zone
Call of duty
Hit da switch
I'm popping so much shit
That's why I think these niggas hating me
Walk inside da spot
And pipe it up
Plus I got gang wit me
Ain't wit all dat talking
Flip dis bitch just like a SUV
My bitch snuck in the party
With a Forty
Don't you play wit me
Dripping like can of soup
I got da sauce nigga
You broke as fuck ain't got no job
That's yo fault nigga
Stack dem 20's up
And put em in a vault nigga
Take dem P's run em back
Marshall Faulk nigga
She got a ass make it shake
Baby
Clap
Clap
Clap
Cut em off
Niggas fake
So I gotta keep a strap
I got court in 20 days
What da fuck Finna happen
Stand on business
Real street
Ask about me
I ain't cappin
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Writer(s): Jeremy Smith
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