Huh, slide through they block, this shit be dry like they got menopause They say they dogs, I´m Mike Vick, bitch, I´ll kill a dog
They cap, they don´t be on they block Wrap ´em, put ´em in a box I rap, but still´ll spin a block She order out at Lemon Drop I do that job, won´t make no call Got water, I´m Niagara Falls Like Boston, I forever land On P, I shoot at any man These niggas sweet like cinnamon This Glocky shoot at you, bitch, it ain´t on my waist, it´s in my hand You in love with her, I got that ho butt-naked in my camp She suckin´ dick all in my phone Like move it, bitch, don´t turn wrong You better not make the wrong turn On P, I get ´em all burned On God, I make ´em all learn
Hit his car, I make ´em all swerve Rockstar like Ozzy Osbourne Niggas act, they need an Oscar, dead serious All my cars, they luxurious The seats red just like a period This car don´t come ´til next year In a Lam´, bitch, this a Urus Nigga, I got so much money, I don´t give a damn if she miss her period, yeah Pull all through they block, I don´t give a damn, I hit a kid, yeah Pull all through they block, I hop out, blam, and hit my cig Then I bend the curb and come right back around, do that again I never asked for help, bitch, I been on my feet just like my shins And, nigga, I ain´t Crip, but catch him, up this chop, and hit his chin
And I ain´t Asian, but I got so many chopsticks, I look like yen I better not never catch you stealin´ ´cause I ain´t tryna kill my friend I ain´t tryna kill my man, but you do that, you know the sayin´ Boy, it´s smoke I can´t never keep my dick inside my pants, it´s in her throat She can´t never keep my dick outside her mouth, bitch, you better choke We from that block, when we see either side, I swear we make ´em float I could´ve went and bought Chanel, but you know my bitch, she like Coach I can´t hang with niggas, rope I don´t sell weed, bitch, we sell dope I don´t sell bags, bitch, we got bricks
When it´s smoke, I´m in the mix And when it´s gone, still in the mist I got my sound right, this shit crisp Xho go and spin by his goddamn self, won´t send a blitz This ho stop blowin´ me, shit annoying I beat the block like George Foreman On the block when it was stormin´ Had to sleep inside the trap, bitch, I couldn´t go home to my mommy Hit a lick, if that bitch buck, I let this Draco hit his tummy And this Draco, it got kick This bitch jump like it shoot bunny And my diamonds, this bitch hit He ain´t gotta wait ´til it´s sunny And my baby clean as shit, I put Amiri on my sonny
Put ma dukes through too much shit, I told her, "Huh, here go a hundred" Huh, yeah, you damn right Bitch, I been gone, I´m catchin´ flights And I been tryna stay inside, ´cause rap be damned, I´ll take a life And, bitch, I´m tryna live on the edge, to get to my house, you gotta hike Xho was really in that field, but just to live, I had to strike I had to take I stayed in jail, couldn´t catch a break I send a blitz, nigga, break 7.62s, shit hit his face That´s how the news had my whole face, nigga
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