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(If it ain't right, that shit wack)
Come on with that
Come on with that
It's Whitez
I'm saying
Blah
Get the bombs and that P at the top of the street
If you want you a bomb, you can get it from me
300, the black shit stink like a bee
He was on the regular, late night, tryna crip
Failed the test, like I'm stuck in a box
Had to turn up the beat, 'cause this shit really not
Got to watch the time, 'cause his life on the clock
Police pulling up, tripping the light of that walk
Just come around and here I'll be saving that shot
Gotta trip for the low shit, and send me the drop
I was calling his phone out of fucking my block
Really cripping on beats, how the fuck did I stop?
Get the tapping at black one time, two times
Me and bro pulling strings, take you off the mouth
Hundred racks on the beat, so you know it's not
My bitch even know that I'm stuck in the trap
Bloodbaths don't tell if he's getting that gem
Stop flirting them both, I been feeling like Sam
You get you a zip or a boy that went on
Hell no, niggas ain't pulling no scam
I can show you a million in all the cross
Ain't trying to get told off serving the cop
Petty wife and that bitch whole time she a bob
Clean up, foul, full, tell him break out the mop
Had to drop on the spot, nigga ain't even bomb
Shit, folding her up, yeah, just like a omelet
Zob bags in and smell like a omelet
I see a opp and I'm starting a conflict
Fucking her ass, I ain't doing no bonding
Trying to come through the jet, it might not be won
She trying to bend like two in the morning
If we fight in the whip, then you know that we bonding
Get the bombs and that P at the top of the street
If you want you a bomb, you can get it from me
300, the black shit stink like a bee
He was on the regular, late night, tryna crip
Failed the test, like I'm stuck in a box