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'