Hey, yo, *
Damn, Finn
Bro, I wanna have *, I wanna have two
I got a special new bullet for Cuny
Niggas talk * when I'm not in the room
Call them threes at 11, they spin it by noon
Fuckin' be the good, make her throw up the sand
If you hop in this V, can't be dunkin' the red
If she ain't givin' neck, I ain't leavin' the chest
When the black get the party, tryna hit up the red
Make a bitch think I won the next day
I'm a goner, that's just who I am
I tell you, baby, this ain't no street *
Whatever we want, we can put it on camera
Forever don't scream for the guys out the jail
High off the beam, spit the lean in the lamp
Back to the scene, no witness was found
Can't get a hot smoke, can't give me a count
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
Bitch deferred, but I'm still posin' up on the third
Used to be broke, I'm bummin', I pop out clean
Still posin' up with the dirty
Bitch, let's go too much, they can't come back
Better hang on my jersey
They can't find lil' buddy, it's been two months
They bout to quit that surgery
Them bros broke, * breakin' bread
We used to split the purses
Just touch down, show me to the plank
I be quit the purses
I'm in the big body years
Cuttin' off like I was doin' surgery
I'm here muntin' this bitch
Motherfuckin' around, had to pull the emergency
Bitch, real life, for real
Know I ain't care about *
While I'm quick with these verse fucker out
We still be givin' out hers
We the reason they had to keep gavin' that church
We put their ass in the spitter so much
I won't be surprised, they know I ain't nervous
Them young niggas jump out for me
Cause so much I don't know why they mention that * in them verse
Perk kicked in, I bounce out the bitch with my diamonds on
That's a rap nigga, skeed up
Low from he ain't even know we on side
His own creep up on his ass and he freeze up
Ice in the blitz and they watch Harry movin'
I'm runnin' this * like he * out the real
Get caught in the mix while they choppin' this teal meal dumpin'
You the next nigga, we Chris up
Bro, I wanna have *, I wanna have two
I got a special, a bullet for Cuny
Niggas talk * when I'm not in the room
Call them threes at eleven, they spinnin'
I knew it, * a bitch good, might could throw up the set
If you hop in his V, can't be dunkin' the red
If she ain't givin' neck, I ain't leavin' the chest
When the block at the party tryna hit up the rest
Make a bitch think I won the next day
I'm a goner, that's just who I am
I tell the back, but this ain't no straight *
Whatever we want, we can put it on count
Forever gon' scream for the guys at the jail
High off the beach with the leanin' and the loud
Goin' back to the scene, I know where this was found
King of the house, make him give me a crown
You see my ass in the big limo
You see my ass in the big limo
I got a special, a bullet for Cuny


I knew it, * a bitch good, might could throw up the set


Call them threes at eleven, they spinnin'
I know where this was found
Forever gon' scream for the guys at the jail
Make a bitch think I won the next day