Letras
She bringing in temptation
She bring bottles of liquor
Eat or be ate be simple and little
But dawg ain't had money since Christmas
You can be in your hideout for 2 more minutes
Just make sure the Feds can't chase you
I think was 12 years old when Shit went left and then started hate shit
I say some the top of my tounge 2 niggas trying to tell me the shit you say ain't shit
I remember young nigga trying sell me fake drank I told him his doctor ain't make shit
That big ass 40 I'm facing you see me sit down and everybody start macing
Rich niggas wear shit out the budget
But because of the bullshit they tell you you ain't paid shit
Nigga I can spot me a tris shit from anywhere I can spot shit if I'm blind
Cough serum cough sip if you wanna link up I can drop a B6 in a line
Nigga got BandLab just he ba cut
Fuck nigga gonna Fuck up his Pride
If I'm ever Ina fight Fox wit my brudda
We gon smash shi fuck round with fye
Wish a nigga would try some
Tell a lil pussy he died
Pussy nigga run up on me
Drop a lil pin in his eye
Higher than Balenci like allah
Higher than Balenci like asad
Fucking the bitch got a bop hoe
She gotta pet outside
I made 500 in a week
I make 500 woahs in my sleep
I got white bitches selling the Molly
I got real trap bitches serving ps
I got real trap hoes at the hideout
They gotta practice on the court before they eat
Giving tips to a bitch never had that
She gonna start trapping bows for the free
Net a freaky white hoe at the meet
Keep saying what the fuck I mean
Nigga was pimping by the tree
What you gonna do I took your gold
What you gonna do I took your hoe
Bitch keep acting like I wanna bake sum
Bitch I don't wanna bake on hoe
I just wanna make sure my gang ain't gonna fold
I just wanna make sure my gang ain't no hoes
Tell niggas to lock in been knock at the doe