Letras
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(Chambers)
(D-Diego)
Ay, yeah, what it is, ho?
Finna buy a Wraith Cullinan before I get ghost
Money, power, respect what I live for
Fuck, I look like arguin' with niggas that don't get dough?
I know a couple niggas ran a check-up on Skid Row
I know a hunnid fiends, it ain't enough, I'm finna get more
I know you hittin' licks, it ain't enough, you better hit more
One bitch ain't good enough, why? 'Cause I need ten hos
It's not the little one, it's the Big O
Told you I sell molly, lean, and crystal
My bitch said I'm fucked up in the head, I'm a sicko
In the mall with my kid, better know I got my pistol
Get the work, then I stretch it like a limo
Hit the opps' block, make 'em duck just like it's limbo
Fuck-fuck a fight, air him out, he think he Kimbo (yeah-yeah-yeah)
I need e'ry last dime, it's simple
New York, I'm Uptown, in Miami, I'm in Brickell
In the Bay, we gettin' wavy, catch me floatin' off a thizzle
In the Chi, I get fly, eatin' gyros to the gristle
I'm the plug with the drugs, I ain't the monkey in the middle
In the A, got lean like I'm Juiceman
You bring a friend, I bring a friend, we'll run a two-man
Sold so many Percs, I'm the blue man
If Geesy can't do it, I don't know who can
Ay, yeah, what it is, ho?
Finna buy a Wraith Cullinan before I get ghost
Money, power, respect what I live for
Fuck, I look like arguin' with niggas that don't get dough?
I know a couple niggas ran a check-up on Skid Row
I know a hunnid fiends, it ain't enough, I'm finna get more
I know you hittin' licks, it ain't enough, you better hit more
One bitch ain't good enough, why? 'Cause I need ten hos
Yeah, and what it is, ho? (Bitch, where you at?)
Anthony Rizzo with this motherfuckin' pistol
Ten-four when I shoot him (shoot him), roger that (blocka-blocka-blocka-blocka-blocka)
Face of LA with this blue Dodger cap
Taught her everything she know, her baby daddy cat (pussy)
Just bought a new Maybach off of OfferUp in cash
I put a body on a Nina, and you know I buried that
Make a sex tape, Paris Hilton, and I'll marry that
It's that knockout, definition original baby gangsta
My road dawg rolled it up and now he 'Wood, shanked him (killer)
Thank him, yeah, what it is, though?
Gunned him down in the front seat of my Benzo (skrrt)
Fuckin' on your bitch, I leave her in the friend zone (she my homegirl now)
Yeah, look, 'cause I'ma slide in that thang, ratchets to my gang (gang, gang)
Ridin' with my baby mama every single day
Whenever I'm with you, I'm thinkin' 'bout the gang
Ay, yeah, what it is, ho? (Yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Finna buy a Wraith Cullinan before I get ghost
Money, power, respect what I live for
Fuck, I look like arguin' with niggas that don't get dough?
I know a couple niggas ran a check-up on Skid Row
I know a hunnid fiends, it ain't enough, I'm finna get more
I know you hittin' licks, it ain't enough, you better hit more
One bitch ain't good enough, why? 'Cause I need ten hos
Yeah, look, OTX, OTR
Yeah
It's the famous gangbanger
Lefty Gunplay and OhGeesy in this bitch
Whole lotta gang shit