my bitch addicted to red bottoms
point him out
my youngin head shot him
come from the block
now we're headlining
my phone off
they think the feds got him
my bitch addicted to red bottoms
point him out
my youngin head shot him
come from the block
now we're headlining
my phone off
they think the feds got him
they think the feds got him
my phone off
they think the feds got him
my bitch addicted to red bottoms
point him out
my youngin head shot him
they think the feds got him
my phone off
they think the feds got him
come from the block
now we're headlining
point him out
my youngin head shot him
like earl manigault
the block's jumping
you was soft
getting money made you stop pumping
quarter pound
broke it down
i supply onions
they'll never have your back
probably die fronting
me and rico
that's a kilo!
sliding through the heights
me
gutter
mac and lethal
black balenciagas
hundred dollars on the free throw
summertime indictment
get excited
i'm 'a reload {rrraaa!)
you ain't never came up in the gutter
everybody selling butter and them snitches undercover
locos trapping out of {bleep} spot on the ds
it don't matter
summer
spring or winter
nigga we fresh
got a couple dollars
told my jeweler i'm 'a holler
radio copped the impala
make my pound
like he eat's next
got maxed the rollie
my youngins'll take your arm for it
passed it to my shooter
he ain't even have to call for it
that money
nigga we all for it
any gun you want on deck
just make a call for it
on the block
posted like a small forward
i be exciting my women
your bitches all bored
we was into moving powder like a chalkboard {sniff}
i'm trying to park mazerattis while you park fords
you was cutting up your work
we gave 'em all raw
knocking off this pack of molly
rocking tom fords
my bitch addicted to red bottoms
point him out
my youngin head shot him
come from the block
now we're headlining
my phone off
they think the feds got him
my bitch addicted to red bottoms
point him out
my youngin head shot him
come from the block
now we're headlining
my phone off
they think the feds got him
they think the feds got him
my phone off
they think the feds got him
my bitch addicted to red bottoms
point him out
my youngin head shot him
they think the feds got him
my phone off
they think the feds got him
come from the block
now we're headlining
point him out
my youngin head shot him
i've seen that angel dust leave the block naked
surround sound through your town
drop's vibrating
i was born with it
you ain't got it
pro'ly die hating
summer time
lenox ave
pro'ly tri-state him
them bitches wanna fuck
i'm thinking why date 'em?"