nun of dat

hah

word

simi

load that fuckin' semi

hey

hey

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

the chopper turn you to a runnin' back bitch

bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch

i fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch

you ran on my clique and i sprung on that bitch

ho

better not say no more

bitch

get me some 'gars from the store

you did the set

cool

say no more

i lay you down like a welcome mat ho

congratulations

you're welcome

you ho

in the air like a ufo

i'm pulling cards like it's you-gi-oh

how you a gangster on cruise control?

talking 'bout guns

i got two of those

bless him like somebody blew a nose

i clean shit up like it's poop control

hundred drum up his nose

keep a pole

more paper than a pour

say he want beef

it's a go

lock and load

let's go to they hood and post

where they at

let me just find out

all i need is a hideout

i'ma pull up in some drive out

skrrt skrrt

it's a race

i can't hit your blunt 'cause it might just be laced

and i can't fuck your bitch unless i get some face

huh

i hate a worrisome ass ho askin' for favors

i be smokin' on loud

just woke up the neighbors

i'm in your house like i do your cable

snitched on your man

boy you is a traitor

slam a nigga like dominoes on a table

sunday we pray for c

not for savior

doa

that's first degree

can't save you

i'm totin' shit like i'm mater 2017

made the fader

ballin' on niggas like lakers

i call up ben for a fade up

chopper will spin you around

360

we gettin' these waves up

she didn't want you so you raped her

call you a plate 'cause you ate her

fuck a fourth of the lean

pour an eight up

she give me head 'til she get her lil grades up

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

the chopper turn you to a runnin' back bitch

bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch

i fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch

you ran on my clique and i sprung on that bitch

ho

better not say no more

bitch

get me some 'gars from the store

you did the set

cool

say no more

i lay you down like a welcome mat ho

congratulations

you're welcome

you ho

in the air like a ufo

i'm pulling cards like it's you-gi-oh

how you a gangster on cruise control?

talking 'bout guns

i got two of those

bless him like somebody blew a nose

i clean shit up like it's poop control

hundred drum up his nose

keep a pole

more paper than a pour

say he want beef

it's a go

lock and load

let's go to they hood and post

where they at

let me just find out

all i need is a hideout

i'ma pull up in some drive out

we been had your wife

man

we don't want your bitch

you sippin' on karo

we sip actavis

don't need no lights for my bust down to hit

i got like three pinky rings on my fist

kick a bitch out of my house

kick her ass out because she came with mid

me and bloc just gave your grandma a brick

your bitch pussy dirty

it smellin' like fish

ooh

we ain't with none of that ho

i don't drink water

bitch i only pour fours

i be gettin' like a hundred bands for a show

i just smashed eight hoes in a row

auntie pregnant

smokin' on dope

and i got a bad bitch sniffin' on coke

could've bought a house but i went and bought a boat

i'm so rich but i still want more

i was on house arrest

poppin' on pills

now lil pump worth like ten mil

got a lot of ice on my chains

it's real

sippin' on wock with dr. phil

can't buy a pint if the bitch ain't sealed

got your wife booted in beverly hills

try to come in my house

get your ass killed

i'm on molly

all my pints just spilled

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

bitch

i ain't with none of that shit

the chopper turn you to a runnin' back bitch

bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch

i fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch

you ran on my clique and i sprung on that bitch

ho

better not say no more

bitch

get me some 'gars from the store

you did the set

cool

say no more

i lay you down like a welcome mat ho

congratulations

you're welcome

you ho

in the air like a ufo

i'm pulling cards like it's you-gi-oh

how you a gangster on cruise control?

talking 'bout guns

i got two of those

bless him like somebody blew a nose

i clean shit up like it's poop control

hundred drum up his nose

keep a pole

more paper than a pour

say he want beef

it's a go

lock and load

let's go to they hood and post

where they at

let me just find out

all i need is a hideout

i'ma pull up in some drive out