said n done

after it's said 'n' done

i'll be dead 'n' gone

oh my god

oh my god

blocka

blocka

big up

big up

it's the coke boy nigga with the a$ap mob

oh my god

oh my god

i see 'em hatin' on the boy huh?

'til i pull up on the boy

huh?

oh my god

oh my god

but you couldn't fuck with the flow i got

city just turned into the old iraq

pretty motherfucker just stole my thot

oh my god

oh my god

wake up

wake up

it's a stick up

stick up

look up

look up

it's a stick up

stick up

i'ma show you power of the mula

i put a sundress on your shooter

man they turned their back on your boy huh?

you trickin' but you waitin' for the boy huh?

my god

oh my god

heel up

wheel up

bring it back

come rewind now

took a little time off i'm back up on my grind

took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes

skeet skeet

skkrt

cocaine for the bitches

chain tucked in cause i came for the business

dope to your brain like a vein with syringes

back in the day streets was paved with syringes

paid for the crib

plus it came with the fridges

after it's said 'n' done

i'll be dead 'n' gone

i heard them boys callin' up the boys huh?

and they showing up to court huh?

dirty money

ain't in the forbes huh?

love my bitch

oh my

gotta spend a whole lot

gotta buy every bag

gotta buy the whole lot

taught the bitch

oh my

oh my

gotta spend a whole lot

oh my god

oh my god

with the spring springing on us

and the summer hot

couple things clinging on us

bitch it's coming out

whether weather for the winter

flacko bring 'em out

bad mon a rude boy

what the bombaclot

when it drop out

nigga hop out

don't you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?

thing on me now

hang on me now

ay

got the bitch with me

yeah

gang with me now

yeah

as the chain swing on me now

after it's said 'n' done

harlem world will lay you down

made me down

i'll be dead 'n' gone

go hard or you go home

she love it when i hit it with my robe on

i couldn't ball

had to hit the stove

we talkin' raw white

california rolls

we talkin' top down

california hoes

we talkin' small sandals

got her on her toes

i don't ask twice for the tongue

word to isis

i'm the bomb

cartagena

corleone

i'm gone

do you smell aroma?

drinkin'

smoke a whole lot

know buy every bag i'ma buy the whole lot

your pussy wet

don't lie

oh my

oh my god

oh my god

oh my god

oh my god

oh my god

blocka

blocka

big up

big up

it's the coke boy nigga with the a$ap mob

oh my god

oh my god

she love when i hit it with my robe on

she love when i hit it with my gold on

poppin' pills

drink

get your roll on

they don't love you 'til you're dead and gone

montana!