Da Shop
scorching hot out side, inside red don't black the ride
Candy sweet who want them pies?
My guys serving them
Fly nikka curving hoes Pushin' P's, don't serve no O's I was down to palm beach,
Servin' shit with big smoke Hit a jeweler, wrist glow
Said, fuck me when I was broke Now I walk with like 20 on
The jewelry glued, don't take it off I love a mafia bitch
Sell that brick, hold the blick No, don't ask for shit
She own that shit, she run that shit They put me last, but now I'm first
Fresh out the mud, bitch, from the dirt I stay high, bitch, out this earth
Don't promote that, I'm a killer Play with me, you gon' get murked
Bitch, we rollin' out the P's The only time I go and burn
Glock 17, that shit three bursts, yeah Treat a vet like a Johnny
When they see me, fuck the streets, uh, uh 20 on my neck, no flashy shit
Just a beater, yeah Ran into your bitch, she bad as shit
Made her eater, they say wezu he a trick
Give her a da dick and dime, and leave her
I just spent like 10 up in this club Bitches gon' leave with us
Leave them at the door We don't see no freak in the
Hunnids in the duffel When we walk, they think there's bricks on us
Bitch, I'm cocky, feel like Tony I'm the realest one
Scorching hot out side, inside red don't black the ride
Candy sweet who want them pies?
My guys serving them
Fly nikka curving hoes Pushin' P's, don't serve no O's
P's, don't serve no O's
Candy sweet who want them pies?
My guys serving them
Fly nikka curving hoes Pushin' P's, don't serve no O's I was down to palm beach,
Servin' shit with big smoke Hit a jeweler, wrist glow
Said, fuck me when I was broke Now I walk with like 20 on
The jewelry glued, don't take it off I love a mafia bitch
Sell that brick, hold the blick No, don't ask for shit
She own that shit, she run that shit They put me last, but now I'm first
Fresh out the mud, bitch, from the dirt I stay high, bitch, out this earth
Don't promote that, I'm a killer Play with me, you gon' get murked
Bitch, we rollin' out the P's The only time I go and burn
Glock 17, that shit three bursts, yeah Treat a vet like a Johnny
When they see me, fuck the streets, uh, uh 20 on my neck, no flashy shit
Just a beater, yeah Ran into your bitch, she bad as shit
Made her eater, they say wezu he a trick
Give her a da dick and dime, and leave her
I just spent like 10 up in this club Bitches gon' leave with us
Leave them at the door We don't see no freak in the
Hunnids in the duffel When we walk, they think there's bricks on us
Bitch, I'm cocky, feel like Tony I'm the realest one
Scorching hot out side, inside red don't black the ride
Candy sweet who want them pies?
My guys serving them
Fly nikka curving hoes Pushin' P's, don't serve no O's
P's, don't serve no O's
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Writer(s): Jose Falcon
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