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Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Bust it open, yeah, you know that a ho gotta Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Who want the 'za? 'Cause you know that I do got it Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Dior on me, I walk in, I'm a showstopper Whole lotta, whole lotta handguns and new choppers Whole lotta, whole lotta pop-ups and new shoppers Whole lotta, whole lotta SB in this paper Whole lotta, whole lotta pressure and new flavors Whole lotta, whole lotta sticks, I don't do safety The whole lotta horses in here, I did 280 She wanna be my lil' buddy, my throat baby She pulled his cell, she just sent out his location This shit that pack, I do not do negotiatin' My circle small 'cause these niggas be two-faced Whole lotta, whole lotta foreigns in my name Slid on that boy, we just hit him, got good aim Cashed out at Wafi, I bought me a new chain Cashed out at Johnny, he made me like four rings Whole lot of hash, I be usin' that butane Whole lotta, whole lotta vibes, I'm the new wave Whole lotta hundreds inside of my bookbag Count up a hundred while rockin' a durag I paid a lil' ticket, don't look at the price tag Gave her the D, now she callin' me right back She hit my flavor, she almost done collapsed If we took it from you, then you can't get shit back Said I wouldn't trap no more, I had to relapse Like to feel safe so I walked in with two straps Them hitters with me, they just shoot, they do not rap Made so much this week from the trap, I might quit rap Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Bust it open, yeah, you know that a ho gotta Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Who want the 'za? 'Cause you know that I do got it Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Dior on me, I walk in, I'm a showstopper Whole lotta, whole lotta handguns and new choppers Whole lotta, whole lotta pop-ups and new shoppers Whole lotta foreigns backed in the garage (whoa) Whole lotta choppers on us when we mob (hey) Whole lotta Chrome Hearts, whole lotta Goyard (yeah) Nigga, I buy coupes like go-karts (yoom) She gave me head in traffic, I almost crashed, I had to go park (hold up) I lit my blunt up, turned the music up, and told her don't stop (woo) How many times I spent 500 with the plug? Nigga, a lot (a lot) She said she fucked who? Said she fucked me? Man, that lil' bitch a lie (she flodgin') Her cousin' used to hold them bags for me in 2005 (uh) Lil' dude 'nem in that truck behind me can't wait to bust that fire (bah) I got a whole lot of niggas that'll come and get 50 of 'em every month And some niggas don't care about nothin' but keepin' 50 rounds on they gun I'm from where you can't trust your own bitch and you better watch your day ones I'm from where you can't trust your own bitch and you better watch your day ones Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Bust it open, yeah, you know that a ho gotta Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Who want the 'za? 'Cause you know that I do got it Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Dior on me, I walk in, I'm a showstopper Whole lotta, whole lotta handguns and new choppers Whole lotta, whole lotta pop-ups and new shoppers Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta Whole lotta, whole lotta Whole lotta, whole lotta
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton Jr., Tysen Bolding, Noah Thomas Pettigrew, Raishaun Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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