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Where you at Were up to something, i say where you at Im at the function i say where you at We got them pistol and we let them clap Yeaaaa We got sticks, in this bitch Run up on me im busting on em Pop out quick, it might get disgusting on em Hol I got the grams in the pack and i roll up This is some shit, you don't know off I got the ganga, the leafs looking robust Munchies hit a nigga, i need a donut Choppa hit em, an i'm keeping the pole up Got it with him, and i think he needs dora Pow pow, made his brain an explorer Beat the case Half a mill to my lawyer Keep it real, how you feel Got niggas Posted in the field Shoot to kill Too much smoke Think i need a fire drill Henny strap, got a fire seal Never lack only time will tell In the trap, gotta pack and sell Smoking gas, nigga how it smells In the cut, got me high as hell In the trap, got to pack and sell Tell em wrap it up Send it through the mail Gotta break it down On the digi-scale She want it bag When i want a rollie Bands to thick, no they ain't foldin I aint T, yea ain't no holding 4, 5, 6, Yea im big rolling Head Trigger on the cutter Bullets buzzing by Give your ass a fade No you can't ride my wave Yea i stick to code Puts some racks in the safe Moving the packs in the AM Yea i got guap So i spend it to save em He didn't know the price So i just played him Always stacking, no i don't go on vacation Just face it, you know we are going to make it In the basement Yea i nut on her face Balenciagas, with lui V waist Trapping fast Like a sport, like a race I feel bad for some of you niggas Try and go talk that shit and try and get with us What is you doing What is you stupid Dont talk to my niggas They ruthless Pull up 2 doors benz And we couped it You bitch, she choosing She tryna make a little movie She said to me She was going to confuse me I can not talk to your girl All you nigga Know she a LDN groupie Yea im lurking after hours Pocket heavy with a stainless I be fuckign for about an hour I don't even know what her name is I get her tiffany bracelets I get her a saint laurent necklace If were sipping on a henny bottle We might get a little reckless I might hit it I might slide one right there Keep my block up Im i blast if you come near I might hit it I might slide one right there Keep my block up Im i blast if you come near Catch me running through the ranks Chilling back in Halifax No we smoking on some gas Sos always shipping out those packs Nevertheless, I got biches on the map Hit her once, and im finna Hit the dash You know that i hit the dash Im finna stack this motherfucking cash, money Bitch on my dick, make her bounce like a bunny I think she slipper up This shit ain't funny That nigga look like a motherfucking, dummy That nigga, hurt cuz a bitch is a... He gotta drive with his right and shoot with is left Like he is Harden Smoking on straight sticky You know it is fresh out the garden These goofy, they retar** Im icy like arctic We going the furthest Im rocking shit like im marcy You thinking i'm big capping I'm more than a artist In a hurry give him 30 like curry Henny hitting yea this shit is getting blurry Yea smoking loud i know that you hear me Im with the gang so niggas dont phase me
Writer(s): Cornell Fleet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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