joggers

i keep tryna pull up my pants

i got thirty thousand in my joggers

i got the pistol on the flight

i just flew out to la from charlotte

that bitch ain't get shit from christmas

she naughty

in the car with her head down

she noddin'

and her boyfriend gon' act like he with it

'til i put this four-five on his noggin

fuck all that talkin'

just put a few mil' on the table and give me a pen and i'm signin'

i just cut off my bitch

'cause you ain't really with me

be honest

she know i'm a motherfuckin' pimp

she don't get steak and shrimp

b done took a lil' bitch to mcdonalds

put a bag on your motherfuckin' head

better watch what you said

on my motherfuckin' pics and my comments

in the four i'm a motherfuckin' giant

a king like a motherfuckin' lion

oh

these lil' niggas act like they want that

we gon' slide in your dm's

we slidin'

better call up the homicide unit

i make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens

they gon' make me come set this bitch off

when i pull that bitch out it's too late to say sorry

niggas thought i was pussy 'cause they heard me singin' to bitches like yk osiris

i got my mind on my money

let's run up some motherfuckin' commas

let's go to the motherfuckin' bank

bitch

i'm from charlotte

we blank

mama told me to pull up my pants

got them racks on me

mama

i can't

i keep tryna pull up my pants

i got thirty thousand in my joggers

i got the pistol on the flight

i just flew out to la from charlotte

that bitch ain't get shit from christmas

she naughty

in the car with her head down

she noddin'

and her boyfriend gon' act like he with it

'til i put this four-five on his noggin

uh

i keep tryna pull up my pants

this big.40 hangin' out my joggers

i grew up around them apartments

now i'm in la like a dodger

won't beef over tweets

i send my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalkin'

uh

leave him fresh to death in a coffin

i'm on runtz

from cookie i'm coughin'

always up like i'm booted on molly

these lil' niggas 12

they talkin'

they can't keep up

stunna a problem

i can't keep these bitches off me

yeah

we bringin' eyes in the party

make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry

fuck who? i beg your pardon

won't cop pleas when shit get started

i keep tryna pull up my pants

this big pistol hangin' out my joggers

she eat dick when i land

hit from the back

she call me her father

for my bro

i'll take the stand

hand on the bible and lie to your honor

big dawg

you lil' niggas is toddlers

on the way to the show in the sprinter with choppers

i keep tryna pull up my pants

i got thirty thousand in my joggers

i got the pistol on the flight

i just flew out to la from charlotte

that bitch ain't get shit from christmas

she naughty

in the car with her head down

she noddin'

and her boyfriend gon' act like he with it

'til i put this four-five on his noggin