Lyrics
Two, six, kind of small, made him sip, yeah
Baby, I need everything you gonna get, yeah
Bad P-bitch, give me that, I feel like Chris Brown
I used to have a stock ten, I got a stick now, uh
If I ain't got it then I'm paranoid
Had to pass bro the pole 'cause he ain't have a toy
Dom shot him, it's fucked up that he didn't make it
Free Scoob, he still some real niggas' favorite
SK-15 and Glock, nigga, what would I knuckle up?
26, I'm in the 27, still'll fuck 'em up
I just seen the sucker chase that load and he smashed off
And she be like, "I never see your hair," take your rag off
Yeah, stupid hoop in, I've been thuggin' on the court lately
If I sell to 'em, we gon' beep because the pole junkie
Gettin' on it if I feel disrespect, been in that mode lately
I ain't even in the A, the Brody using that whole 80
Uh, I'm smokin' dead guys
We got all the controllers like the Best Buy
Just did a skin, I'm chillin' with my mama dukes
Four drills in one day, I know you seen the news
Fuck it up, shake that ass, make 'em pay for it
Lil' baby love mean tricks, like a skateboard
And he don't never get a bag, that's why he stay bored
You just a broke nigga, I got a couple shooters that's on go, nigga
Ay, look, please don't mistake me for a ho, nigga
Goddamn, accidentally ran off with your pole, nigga
I do not fuck with niggas, bitch, it's Southeast
She gon' give it to me if I tell her I got mouthpiece
Heard the Lord, brody wasn't ready, so he not in
J-Bo told me that he had a last watch, huskii
Pop me, hell no, but the opps flee
Shells hit his mouth, burned his tongue like some hot tea
I ain't worried 'bout you, little baby, you don't got cheese
I ain't worried 'bout you, little baby, you don't got cheese