3500
Huh, ouu
Ouu
Ouu
Huh, 3500 my jeans
Yves Saint Laurent for the jeans
Glock 43 with a beam
Sit back and roll up some weed, put that shit on bitch I'm flee
For all of this shit, bitch I used to dream
You wasn't with us, don't know what it means
That hoe ain't want me, left me on seen
Now that I'm up, she wanna fuck with KV
I hit that bitch, send her back to the streets
Kick the bitch out, she ain't staying with me
Fucking this hoe to my music, got a lil bitch going stupid
Said you want smoke, lil niggas let's do it
I got the gun and i'm ready to use it
I got the G, ready to blast
Don't pull up on me, boy that's your ass
I'm with Lil Z, we smoking that gas
I told Lil Z, "boy we getting cash"
I told Lil Z, man we bout to blow
50 round drum and that bitch got a scope
Don't need to tell em, they already know
Say he want drama, bitch i'll make a show
I clear the scene, it get real
I'll get you popped like a pill
Stand on my money, get tall like Shaquille
I'm really all the way real
Young nigga shit, I want me a mill'
I was down bad, couldn't get me a meal
Got me a bag, I'm paying the bills
Had to grow up, bitch I got in that field
All of my niggas got work, I'll get you put on a shirt
Had to get out of the dirt, never gon' switch, thats a first
Never gon' switch on my blood, never gon' switch on my gang
Not one of us, these fuck niggas lame
Don't wanna hurt, take drugs for the pain
Pop me a perc, and get in my thoughts
How could you leave, thought you was the one
Shit hurt my heart, but fuck it i'm up
Bitch it's your loss, I'm living it up
I'm counting guap, I'm flexing on you
Her man getting tight, boy don't act a fool
Nigga want smoke we could do what it do
Not Handy Manny, I'm flexing the tool
Huh, 3500 my jeans
Yves Saint Laurent for the jeans
Glock 43 with a beam
Sit back and roll up some weed, put that shit on bitch I'm flee
For all of this shit, bitch I used to dream
You wasn't with us, don't know what it means
That hoe ain't want me, left me on seen
Now that I'm up, she wanna fuck with KV
I hit that bitch, send her back to the streets
Kick the bitch out, she ain't staying with me
Fucking this hoe to my music, got a lil bitch going stupid
Said you want smoke, lil niggas let's do it
I got the gun and i'm ready to use it
I'm ready to use it, say you want smoke lil nigga let's do it
Yeah, yeah, uh
Ouu
Ouu
Huh, 3500 my jeans
Yves Saint Laurent for the jeans
Glock 43 with a beam
Sit back and roll up some weed, put that shit on bitch I'm flee
For all of this shit, bitch I used to dream
You wasn't with us, don't know what it means
That hoe ain't want me, left me on seen
Now that I'm up, she wanna fuck with KV
I hit that bitch, send her back to the streets
Kick the bitch out, she ain't staying with me
Fucking this hoe to my music, got a lil bitch going stupid
Said you want smoke, lil niggas let's do it
I got the gun and i'm ready to use it
I got the G, ready to blast
Don't pull up on me, boy that's your ass
I'm with Lil Z, we smoking that gas
I told Lil Z, "boy we getting cash"
I told Lil Z, man we bout to blow
50 round drum and that bitch got a scope
Don't need to tell em, they already know
Say he want drama, bitch i'll make a show
I clear the scene, it get real
I'll get you popped like a pill
Stand on my money, get tall like Shaquille
I'm really all the way real
Young nigga shit, I want me a mill'
I was down bad, couldn't get me a meal
Got me a bag, I'm paying the bills
Had to grow up, bitch I got in that field
All of my niggas got work, I'll get you put on a shirt
Had to get out of the dirt, never gon' switch, thats a first
Never gon' switch on my blood, never gon' switch on my gang
Not one of us, these fuck niggas lame
Don't wanna hurt, take drugs for the pain
Pop me a perc, and get in my thoughts
How could you leave, thought you was the one
Shit hurt my heart, but fuck it i'm up
Bitch it's your loss, I'm living it up
I'm counting guap, I'm flexing on you
Her man getting tight, boy don't act a fool
Nigga want smoke we could do what it do
Not Handy Manny, I'm flexing the tool
Huh, 3500 my jeans
Yves Saint Laurent for the jeans
Glock 43 with a beam
Sit back and roll up some weed, put that shit on bitch I'm flee
For all of this shit, bitch I used to dream
You wasn't with us, don't know what it means
That hoe ain't want me, left me on seen
Now that I'm up, she wanna fuck with KV
I hit that bitch, send her back to the streets
Kick the bitch out, she ain't staying with me
Fucking this hoe to my music, got a lil bitch going stupid
Said you want smoke, lil niggas let's do it
I got the gun and i'm ready to use it
I'm ready to use it, say you want smoke lil nigga let's do it
Yeah, yeah, uh
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