Letras
(Ay, Blokk, crank it up)
Pick your chopper up, I could show you how to shoot
Put your mask on, me and my niggas 'bout to loot
Oh, I love you, girl, you the one I wanna do
I buy you Chanel, we get booted on that Toosii
Hooray, hooray, who is you? Master P, that's hooty-who
I like red and she like blue, I say, "Baby, SuWoop"
Mama, I'm headed home and the shit I had to shoot
I did up, me and my crew, In-N-Out, us buyin' her food
Get a pick, you tryna chirp, I can show you what to do
Got no lighter in your cell, I could show you how to create fumes
I ain't too sure about your presence, it ain't no say sayin' where you should move
Today real is really rare, who you with, is they with you?
Who you love, do they love you?
Who your for, is thеy for you and who you trust, do they trust you?
And that's your dog, then he comе through
If that's girl, she just for you
I pull up, just me and my crew
Kentrell a player, she know that I'm is
Have more hair than Jonathan's Wicks
Planned, I hit it, his head with the cig
Go bang, you know I smoked the cig
Her baby daddy been prayin' so I gave her one-hundred thousand for to make it okay
I got the world in my hand and I told the bitch that she could have it if she be my bae
I told her it's part of the plan, don't fuck up the plan, just stick with the man
Maybach with the Chanel interior, she can sleep inside, she ain't take no Xan'
Mayback with John Elliott in, hundred-million nigga, I'm a brand
Who you love, do they love you?
Who your for, is they for you and who you trust, do they trust you?
And that's your dog, then he come through
If that's girl, she just for you
I pull up, just me and my crew