Letras
I can't fuck with no hoes, they all janky, yeah
Fleeced out nigga, yeah, my drip is so wavy
I'll push up on a nigga and hit his ass with that 80
I heard that Jake's Slidin, push up on a ho like what your ring size
Bitch, you talk too much, ho, I'm tryna get your backside
You throw up the gang, the sucker side, we don't play that
Hell nah, we don't play that
Bitch, you know my niggas, we gone step
Blow that bitch a whistle, yeah, I'm acting like a ref
Hold up, blow that bitch a whistle, she a dog
I really kill a nigga, I ain't just singing a song
But if it's cool, I fuck a bitch and leave her sloppy like a hog
If it ain't money or no bitches, I ain't picking up no calls
Damn it really fucked me up, they told me Glokk was really gone
But I'ma pass, cause I'm a five-star nigga, I'm fucking five-star bitches
I'm like a five-star genie, I'll grant you five-star wishes
I'm getting drunk with Ruth Cris, I'm throwing five-star dishes
I drown a nigga in the lake of Elsinore, swimming with the fishes
Spanish bitch suck my dick and she doing dishes
White bitch, she ain't got no lips, but she got some titties
Pussycat all over my face, I'm in love with the kitties
Yeah, I'm in love with the thots
Suckers say snatching chains, nigga, you not
These niggas all dick riders, they stuck in the box
Take his squabble, test it to a bullet, I'm throwing them rocks
Bitch, I'm chasing money, I got bows up in Antioch
I been in them chains, I ain't scared to blow on any opp
You can really hear the gang, the five-seven up on every block
Yeah, we really snatching glory, you can go and ask on any thot
These dumb kids, they not fleece they ain't got Gs
That MAC-10 on back streets, making mac cheese
Them ARPs and G-19s making RIPs
Them bullets hit your gut, leave it gushy rice and peas