Go in all the opps´ bios, ayy, we been feelin´ on we long lives We been steppin´ for this whole year Back to back smack, I got no chill I go get dirty in designer gear Hop out, pop a thirty, ain´t talkin´ ´bout a pill Bitch, I´m a gangster, don´t care ´bout your tears I´ma spank a nigga like he my kid And I´ma keep it a brick I got the itch ´cause I popped me a glitch Robin Jeans, I had to rob for a fit Don´t like how these nigga be talkin´, he sis Back to back, droppin´ hits They can´t keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit Talkin´ too much, I got somethin´ for that bitch Silencer on the stick
I tried to kill me a nigga on his birthday I just want twenty-five bodies for Christmas Popped too much Percs with the water, I´m pissy We just found him, but, he still end up missin´ I put the bag on the bitch, that´s a fifty I pull up crashin´ on shit, that´s collision Oh, it´s a bag on this shit? What´s the total? I pull up crashin´ on shit, that´s a total This what we reppin´, dog, this what we steppin´ ´bout KTB, Lauderkill, bitch, Pompanolia Swap out a hip, cross a bitch nigga over Rock out and hit, take his arm off his shoulder Bae, come over, what you say? Let´s do lunch Come and let me shoot this nut in your gut Muffler on the cutter, everybody hush I swing that Blackout, this bitch like a punch
I´ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at, if play, there you lay was a person I be takin´ so much Percs, I love takin´ Percs, I should just turn to a Perky I´ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at, if play, there you lay was a person I be takin´ so much Percs, I love takin´ Percs, I should just turn to a Perky
I´m tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma, I´m tryna break me a fuck nigga heart Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain´t sparin´ no nigga, that´s art Ain´t get no letter from you in the slammer, all I remember three hots and a cot Now I´m back out, so much extravaganza, ran so much M´s up, I know there´s a God
I´m tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma, I´m tryna break me a fuck nigga heart Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain´t sparin´ no nigga, that´s art Ain´t get no letter from you in the slammer, all I remember three hots and a cot Now I´m back out, so much extravaganza, ran so much M´s up, I know there´s a God
Go in all the opps´ bios, ayy, we been feelin´ on we long lives We been steppin´ for this whole year Back to back smack, I got no chill I go get dirty in designer gear Hop out, pop a thirty, ain´t talkin´ ´bout a pill Bitch, I´m a gangster, don´t care ´bout your tears I´ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And I´ma keep it a brick I got the itch ´cause I popped me a glitch Just to get high, he gon´ rob for a fit You jump in this ride, better know how to shift