Lyrics
You either give me my apology or get your bitch ass on
Takelife man know what the fuck I'm going on
Yeah man Pzzz Pzzz Pzzz
That nigga a bitch he scared of jail he coppin pleas
Bitch I'm out here buggin' up feel like a flea
What's his name up in the spot it's POP
And yo bitch give me TOP yo bitch she love to deep throat me
I got your hoe she on both knees
I ain't givin' her shit you know I receive
'Cause she ain't got no bag
She ain't my hoe if she sitting on her ass
Got four-forty eight's in a trash bag
Don't get put on a T or a hashtag
I tote big ass pipes like Baghdad
Big booty lil' slut I'ma bag that
Yo bitch showin' me all her ass I'ma grab that
Sneak dissin on the net yo toe I'ma tag that
You got a gun and you sweet I'ma grab that
I don't want that bitch boy Pop been had that
Yo bitch a three-ninety two she got fast cat
I don't want that bitch cause the hoe got mileage
I put this shit on I don't need no stylist
They like who them P-niggas boy they out here wildin
I don't play games bitch I'm grown you childish
Bitch don't be mad hoe you ain't my speed
Stressin' over hoes got you smokin' your weed
Can't name a bitch that I need
I talk to her and her friend bitch you know I'm too T'd
These hoes be buggin up just like bees
Shorty blew my high fuck is she a flea
Lil folks a take a car with no key
Do a hit in a striker now we in a high speed
The tires get popped then I bail out on feet
I love my pipe I ain't throwing my gun
You claim to get cho but your can't make bond
I keep it discreet boy I'm movin' like Bond
I'll make you go poof like I got a wand
Bitch I'm El Patron sippin' on Don
Tote two pipes but I'm the one
Nigga talkin' tough now he one with the sun
P can't name one bitch that I'm wife-ing
Big ass gun built like a Titan
Gen five nineteen strike like lightning
I took your gun nigga cause I liked it
Blitz your lo lil' nigga it's frightening
Walk you down with a smile turn that smile to a frown
Boy it's finna get wild that's my act of kindness