SHOES

We got gen fire, we got hella blicks
He a dead guy if he stuck to this
In that red eye, drive ahead of shit
Bitch I'm that guy, I won't beg a bitch
That hoe very wise, I'm like an elephant
Yuh I would back the vibe, but he started tremblin'
I don't gotta hide, camo got me blendin' in

Been dosed up on my motherfuckin' shoes
'Cause I got gin on me, I don't know about you
Got the migos, got the freakos in here gettin' loose
Send the gas money 'fore I even wit' the coupe
Button up 'cause these swanky niggas hangin' at the Roux
Rollin' up, leave 'em stankin' if they hatin' on the crew
We don't do no trippin', must've hurt, I'm from Atlanta
Don't care if you crippin', we leave blood on your bandana

No love in my city, bitches pretty but they hoes
Scrip' you out your Glizzy, show no pity nigga, no
I got too much sense to spend a dollar on a hoe
Niggas fake trickin', goin' broke payin' for toast
In the booty club, underage, not throwin' nothin'
Hop on that black truck, we can have a drip, lil' bitch I'm stayin'
Yuh, momma took my phone
Like son come home, hell no I'm thuggin', yuh
Doin' my bitch wrong, if these hoes ask say you my cousin
Doorbell on the back of my Glock lil' boy don't push my buttons
Comin' up the hill, that's off the rit', don't try no jumpin'
Shorty on my dick, she seen me catch, I was just ugly
You be on some hoe shit, got no motion, boy you strugglin'

Been dosed up on my motherfuckin' shoes
'Cause I got gin on me, I don't know about you
Got the migos, got the freakos in here gettin' loose
Send the gas money 'fore I even wit' the coupe
Button up 'cause these swanky niggas hangin' at the Roux
Rollin' up, leave 'em stankin' if he hatin' on the crew
We don't do no trippin', must've hurt, I'm from Atlanta
Don't care if you crippin', we leave blood on your bandana



Credits
Writer(s): Chijioke Kennedy Nwolisah
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