Lyrics
(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
(OG Parker)
(Oh Lord, jetson made another one)
Know your boy got no mind (yeah)
That wide body too wide
I'm focused when I drive
I think 'bout it all the time
'Cause if me and the opps collide
That 45 by my side
The hoe ain't got no feelings, she tryna slime me out
She posing like she got some money, bitch, I know you broke (broke)
Lost brothers so ain't nothin' funny, I can't sugar coat
Put switches on a couple glocks just like a disk remote
I know lil' baby, she a thot, she tryna fuck the bro (bro)
Got a fish rod for lil' broski, tryna reel 'em in
I got a plan b for lil shawty, she can't keep the kid (no)
I got a yerky for my brother, he love poppin' 10
You hate a hoe, might beat a hoe, but you can't hate the pimp (pimp)
You cuffed the hoe, I fucked the hoe, fuck the relationship (yeah)
I whipped the bowl up on the stove, didn't need no other mix (other mix)
You worried 'bout me, I'm gettin' some money you on some hatin' shit
You pose with gun like you really spinnin', lil' nigga, we'll take it
That check came in and it right on time
I send that boy a check and tell him go, you dying
I buyin' and selling it higher
Uh, bitch fine
So fine, she from across the water, she all mine
Girl, that pussy all ready to go (yeah-yeah)
I'm on top of this shit like a boat (yeah-yeah)
I was robbin' and kicking in doors (yeah-yeah)
Told lil' bro I'm switching my flow
Got a switch on the glock like remote
If your love isn't real, let me go
I ain't buyin' her shit anymore
She don't deserve to be lit anymore
Put my momma on the top of the hill
'Cause I won in that city for real
On probation, I can't keep my steel
I don't want to be murdered or killed
100 rounds on the bottom of that gun
I'm sending shots at the whip
100 rounds on the back of that drum
When I shoot at somebody I spill