Letras
Dope smoking pistol packing
Pants saggin shaved head
Bring out the gat Imma pull out the ratchet
Dump out the mag while I'm feeding the led
Go to the graveyard live with maggots
Look at me posted up right by the shed
Running around with the Full metal jacket
Armouring up and I'm swinging at ya neck
Cuz Hoe ain't a bitch
And a bitch always front
But a bitch & hoe
That's a hoe imma want
Take a bitch to the store
Let the hoe roll my blunt
And I still beat yo ass
In this fit
On my ones
(& If that bitch smoke w me
That's a bitch imma fuck)
As I proced to swing my nuts infront of yo bitch
Poppin up out the cut
I Got the butterfly blade stuck underneath the shirt on my hip
Bitch wanna fuck
Get fucked
55 miles out just to get some dick
Had that lil bitch od shakin ass in the club
Yelling all but 6
Yung fuckin Gutter still pushing that dope
Bitch im Still outside not calling my folks
Fuck all that shit ride round w my locs
Got me yelling out the window like who want smoke
Player of the month
Rookie of the year
Hoe
Was what it was
Is what it is hoe
Did what I did
Can you let me hit again
Cuz I'm missing how it feel
And it been a year hoe
Uh
Huh
Yes sir
Getting money like that
Take 5s to the dome
Imma run it right back
Big nug in the blunt duck smoke out the Mac
Take the gas out the front put the hoes in the back