Lyrics

Wock in system hit em up get em That nigga a bitch and whoever came wit em Junkies outside off boat they dippin em You aint getting no money so nigga stopp jiffen em U Niggas is bitches why u keep Tippen em Im blowin the finest Og in the Sky Dinero The name bitch i jam i get high Lulcam on the beat this shit aint dry Fucked off freak bitch nut in her eye Atlanta bitch ass fat call it peach pie Im get money til the day that i die Free my og he locked down the road When u a g bitch u gotta stick to the code U is a bitch if break bend or fold I got juice i aint talkin bout dole U want the pressure just hit my phone White bitch geeked up snort threw her nose Kurt angle slam a bitch right on her dome Aye mac in the back smokin og gas strong Lil Tay get packs flew em in gone Im high as shit of this billy Bb got two sticks qui gotta semi Can't fw new niggas they a play u 50 Slide on opp block might drop 60 Im talkin bout kobe Bussed Ap fuck is a Rollie I just fucked his bitch she think she know me She fied up a jay then tried to blow me These bitches on go they really be green Lil qui like peewee got wock in her spleen Pour that shit up pop a perc and get mean Hit em up 4 times slide wit a beam Im feelin like stunna Just stay on ur pivot so u won't go crank under Big drip steppin im feelin like gunna
Writer(s): John Holt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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