you know what the fuck goin' on
i don't talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops
i just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot
we gon' run in with the chops
then we run off with his guap
riding with the chopstick
i'ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor
used to slide in minivans
don't come walking through my hood tryna tour
police came in asking questions
keep that 40 on me if i'm poor or rich
took so long to shoot this clip
it's dirty in my double cup
this draco make him double dutch
now he pissed he can't get in touch with us
glad i never had no nine to five
all my niggas shoot and rob
he not taylor gang but he get tied for them dollar signs
middle finger to my enemies
i hang 'round hundred millionaires
this ar sing a fuckin' melody
just a corny nigga with designer on
i be talkin' shit but i'm too lit
can't see when they taggin' me
i don't know if he gon' blast for me
i pray he don't go against the gang
told my youngin i got a murder for him
ak dance like diddy but this fn sing like cassie
young nigga geeked off xannys and addys
if that pussy nigga want smoke
she wish she could trap me
she mad she can't have me
you treat her like your wife
i don't talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops
i just fucked a nigga thot then she told me 'bout his spot
we gon' run in with the chops
then we run off with his guap
riding with the chopstick
i'ma still be hittin' licks rich or poor