Letras
Yeah I'm goin in boy I will not stop
Like a fiend on the block trynna cop some rock
Or like a woman of the night trynna get some cock
I don't beat box I just beat the box
I won't even listen if that beat don't knock
How you in the streets but you make
Tic
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Tocs?
How these niggas fresh they got 6 crocs?
It's not a trap house if all you sell is pot
Wooooah
Ya boy is of the chain
They got big drums they don't need no aim
Yeah He got big drugs we are not the same
Get out of my face you need to stay in yo lan
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cll them bois talkin crazy, must be outta they brain
I got handles on the beat so them ankles I sprain
I got bars for every week the music got me in chains
Yeah I'm workin on my flow I extended my range
Gettin to the hole then finesse don't bang
Yo girl
Let me hit I
Girls gettin naked
css and tittes all up in my face
This tip she gonna take it
cfter that she's askin for a date
Told her She cannot come over,
I do business at my place
7 figure deals lookin like the wings that's on my plate
Threw some more
Now I'm watchin all these strippers trynna chase
Poppin bottles
Fuckin models
You can take that to the bank
Empty cups all on the floor
Shots of henny need some more
Not expensive you just poor
You watchin while our glasses clank
I just made a toast
Told
Em listen up like I'm a host
“We went coast to coast,
Makin money everywhere we go.
Stock exchange or silicone
Homie told me we went gold
Started ballin even harder once we saw those records sold