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Ya (Pipe Up)
(Ya, ya)
(Pipe up)
Push up too fly, everything bool
Blicks hop out, came with the crew (Let's go!)
Whole lotta drugs, yeah, lift my mood
Boy, your fits cheap, like Chinese food
Carry that stick on the road with my tool
Whole lotta drugs, yeah, lift my mood
Yuh (Bitch!)
Get in her pussy, I do what I do (I do what I do)
Boy, you ain't gettin' no money, ain't gettin' no pussy, can't even buy shoes
Carry that rod, the heater, my tool
Carry that rod, the heater, my tool
Retail — what I spent on my suit
Good email, yeah, that money came through
Came with that Glock, I ain't touchin' that Ruger
C-c-came with that Glock, I ain't touchin' that Ruger
Why that boy bluffin'? Know he ain't no shooter
Pull up with that fye, have you gone like Bermuda
Came with that Glock, I ain't touchin' that Ruger
Came with that Glock, I ain't touchin' that Ruger
Why that boy bluffin'? Know he ain't no shooter
Pull up with that fye, have you gone like Bermuda
I'm too high in the sky, I don't know about you
Fly guy, fly guy, spent two on my shoe
New spot, new clientele, everything new
Red flag on my right, shawty thought I was Ru'
When they think 'bout that money, they thinkin' 'bout me
Got no money, no motion, they listen to you
Bring your hoe 'round the gang, bet she get ran through
We get packs in of Za, boy, you only smoke few
Ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya (Pipe up!)
Push up too fly, everything bool
Blicks hop out, came with the crew (Let's go!)
Whole lotta drugs, yeah, lift my mood
Boy, your fits cheap, like Chinese food
Carry that stick on the road with my tool
Whole lotta drugs, yeah, lift my mood
Yuh (Bitch!)
G-g-get in her pussy, I do what I do (I do what I do)
Boy, you ain't gettin' no money, ain't gettin' no pussy, can't even buy shoes
Carry that rod, the heater, my tool
Carry that rod, the heater, my tool
Retail — what I spent on my suit
Good email, yeah, that money came through
(It's KA$HWAYZ or no way, nigga)