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Skrrt Skrrt Skrrt Bitch-ass nigga, dumb-ass nigga I'm loaded, look, ayy Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox Now I pull up in a drop-top Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars Stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars At the door with the stick, let it knock hard Ayy, lil' niggas can't stand me, so they need a big chair I'm slammin' P's like Ric Flair, ayy I catch an opp and I'm gettin' at him, hittin' at him Talkin' 'bout hundreds, I been had 'em Ayy, and them fifties and twenties, I been stackin', gettin' at it Back in high school, bitch, I been havin' Ayy, and she told me before all the money, I been handsome Police ask questions, don't get answers Ayy, on the block for so long, startin' to feel like a stop sign 'Fore I turned ten, had a Glock 9, gang My niggas robbin', I'm feelin' like Batman I got paper and work in my backpack Sellin' P's and Q's like math class Bitch, I stay with four nines like San Fran Baby, how high can you get? Feel like Meth Man Glock stay with me, I call this bitch best friend Glock stay with me like Spongebob and Patrick I'm from the 'partment, this shit get Jurassic Bullet bald head like O'Neal at the Magic Cougar bitch and she hate when I'm saggin' Still callin' me daddy 'cause she know a young nigga havin' Glock 21, yeah, you know I'm a savage (Let's go) Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox Now I pull up in a drop-top Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars Stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars A Zae Production, we pull up and shoot somethin' Money like plants, my nigga, I grew some Ride with birds in Seattle, I feel like Lynch now Get him knocked off for cheap in the hood, I got discounts I'll get an opp drafted, look, I'm havin' real scouts Big booty bitch eat the dick on the lil' couch Too much money to fit in a lil' pouch Too much money, gotta get me a SPRAYGROUND Nigga play stupid, now you hear the K sound My niggas slidin', they don't need no playground No Scooby, on the road, my dogs like Greyhound I say the bitch got glasses like Velma I'm on the road with bags in the Mystery Van Put rounds in his ass like the Michelin Man Ayy, bitch, you play with my dog, then I'm siccin' his ass Too much work in the bag, couldn't even get in the class Ain't workin' shit out, put a bag on his ass Sellin' birds like Tweetie, Jugg spinnin' like Taz Like tight-ass pants, we gon' get on your ass I ain't friendly like Stella, bitch, get off my grass I ain't friendly like Stella, bitch, get out my yard Got punch, no tonk, bitch, I'll pull your card These niggas small fries, bitch, I'm goin' large, ayy Back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox Now I pull up in a drop-top Pull on the opp block, drop somethin', then Pull up to the mall and go cop somethin', hold it I ain't have shit, Yavo got a lot now The bitch used to diss me, she givin' me top now, ayy Good drank, bitch, I'm sippin' Wockhardt I'm in the Scatpack dodgin' the cop cars
Writer(s): Yaven Mauldin, Alexis Meneses Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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