broke opps

dj on the beat so it's a banger

von

pull up and get him

that bullet ripped through his tissue and pulled out his gristle

it was the nickel

and it's a glock

and that bitch sound like a missile

he know i'm official

doin' all that woofin' and shit

boy

you know i'ma get you

and when nobody with him

i wore a nine

the shoes

ain't nobody fit 'em

i popped a perky and thirty

i'm havin' a bitch

boy

ain't nobody perfect

if i take a l

i'm back on that corner

i'm hustlin'

ain't nobody servin'

get booked 'cause somebody workin'

he told

i know that for certain

get caught

i'm closin' his curtains

we scored another conversion

designer

givenchy

all of this ice on my wrist and it feel like it's christmas

speakin' of christmas

come get your ho

i be climbin' all up in her chimney

we seein' the ho if she friendly

ain't see him

he goin'

he missin'

won't see me in the back of a bentley

hop out and i'm blowin'

it's rented

woke up

ain't doin' no drive-bys

your mvp bitch

that bitch my sideline

just a wild lil' nigga from the south side

nigga killed your homie

you ain't even come outside

i fucked your bitch on purpose

them bros come in

we workin'

my song come on

she twerkin'

all the opps be broke

they hurtin'

my niggas

they too official

send a text

they get right with you

y'all was somewhere playin' monkey in the middle

we was tryna pull 'em for some guns when i was little

if we still allowed

we gon' meet 'em and then split 'em

on the jail call

gotta talk in the riddle

ho said she love me

she gon' tap my initials

nigga move foul

get to blowin' like a whistle

fuck that

let's talk about louis

amiri

and gucci and prada and shit

when i go to the store

they closin' the door and bringin' me bottles and shit

fuck that

let's talk about that lil' one-fifty i spent with my lawyer and shit

my gun don't punch

it kick

get with this shit or get hit in your shit

pull up and get him

that bullet ripped through his tissue and pulled out his gristle

it was the nickel

and it's a glock

and that bitch sound like a missile

he know i'm official

doin' all that woofin' and shit

boy

you know i'ma get you

and when nobody with him

i wore a nine

the shoes

ain't nobody fit 'em

woke up

ain't doin' no drive-bys

your mvp bitch

that bitch my sideline

just a wild lil' nigga from the south side

nigga killed your homie

you ain't even come outside

i fucked your bitch on purpose

them bros come in

we workin'

my song come on

she twerkin'

all the opps be broke

they hurtin'