BUY A MALL

Young Hanna Bitch Toting 16s
I'm stitched up in some Balmain jeans
These bitches keep adorin'
Have my money at the door, man
Blew a 20 ball this mornin'
This cocaine ain't no ketamine
You can call my gang the bounce out team, we known for blowin' shit off streets

Hear this chopper sound hit the car it ding
I just wan' kill my enemies
Got rich and hurt my enemies
I was 17 with a 50 piece
Now a 50 piece costs a chicken wing
You don't know what that mean My money long
I could probably buy a fuckin' mall
I was trappin' outside that fuckin' mart

I was smokin' OG, he was smokin' on carts
I pull up in a red pretty whip that's a Charger
I can talk about bitches, can't talk about murders
I'm a product of the trenches so bitch you can't hurt us

And if you come ride, you gon' die in a hearse
Cause I'ma keep livin', put niggas on shirts
Don't care about no children my people come first
I worked for this shit, you gon' pay for this verse

I starved like a bitch, I was happy with dirt
Niggas can't tell me shit, I had it worse
Let's see how you act with your fam' in the dirt
Let's see how you act you addicted to yerks

Young Hanna Bitch Toting 16s
I'm stitched up in some Balmain jeans
These bitches keep adorin'
Have my money at the door, man
Blew a 20 ball this mornin'
This cocaine ain't no ketamine
You can call my gang the bounce out team, we known for blowin' shit off streets

Hear this chopper sound hit the car it ding
I just wan' kill my enemies
Got rich and hurt my enemies
I was 17 with a 50 piece
Now a 50 piece costs a chicken wing
You don't know what that mean My money long
I could probably buy a fuckin' mall
I was trappin' outside that fuckin' mart

I was smokin' OG, he was smokin' on carts
I pull up in a red pretty whip that's a Charger



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Writer(s): Paul Jones
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