gettin' off

sada baby

ayy

i just got up off that row yes i did

i'm on my way home

yes i is

hit that bitch front of her kids yes i did

i'm gon' do that shit again yes i is

and send a clip in that strap yes it does

skuba receiving in that trap yes he was

and send a clip in that strap yes it does

skuba receiving in that trap yes it was

all red lookin' like westside cuz

give me all head bitch baby yes i love

how lean that nigga wanna test this thugs

sticks get to pokin' like we tryna test his blood

get to pressin' buttons like i'm tryna test my mic

pop a nigga then i pop a perc catch my flight

hood bitch one baby she a stripper my type

double cup no pitchers no liquor all ice

ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy

posted up on the corner

don't really feel like talkin'

percosets in my pocket

choppers in granny closet

ain't got no time for crazy

all of my niggas is with me

they got that hundred today ay ay ay ay

lil nigga be serving now

before we swerving niggas is nervous

what is you worried about

is it cause i got my dirty op

you gon be worried the rest of your life

cuz i'm gon keep building the murder count

doing the wrong makin you feel wrong

het the brand new hearses out

you a bitch

string bitch

pgk gon bling bling

your bitch called me king

bought her saint laurent g strings

get your selfie

soon as the bitches left me

now i'm rich and sexy

billy can left me

both of my shooters deadly just so we can ride a

greyhound with them pints nigga yes i was

me and fatman kill a hundred niggas westside cuz

chopper's got the big bullets in it

guess what it'll do

223 or it either be them 762s

i got a faithful fiend never miss a blue-oh

you know i got all my sticks in the studio

my old niggas still shootin' uncle drew-oh

she suck the dick with no hands like it's you-oh

left the probation building got the juice poured

i and lookin' at no whip less it's 2 door

pink drink in my glass ain't no nuvo

75 bands in 6 months give me kudos

huh

put a tek to a nigga noggin

leave a nigga fresh in the coffin

xanax made me nauseous

percosets made me cautious

2 chains on my chest just knew a nigga blessed

these diamonds cost me

bitch wanna have sex we ain't even gotta text

hoes waiting on the corners

i'ma get rich with all my niggas

i'ma shoot sticks for all my niggas

see you bitch at all you niggas

i know what be wrong with niggas

you niggas be broke

you niggas ain't go no money that ain't my problem

you niggas wanna smoke i'm good with the lil niggas gunnin' you here nigga on me huh

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