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Yea Yea I just pulled up in that ESV, make em broadcast no TNT Know some niggas with keys, trynna sell a lease I think my jaw broke, I let the money speak We gone blow like a whistle, that nigga reach This shit got bigger than me, I can't see my feet Ask her if she gonna fuck with the kid, ain't gotta guess what she said That bitch was like yea Ask em if they gonna fuck with the gang, know they trynna hang Them bitches like yea Ask her if she trynna die for this dick, think this bitch really sick She was like yea Ask her if she wanna live for this shit, she alive cause of it She was like yea Yea Yea Yea Green light gang, got shooters on go Milly global, name going 'round like a cold Cold winters, buying ice adjusting to the snow Adjusting my list, we got some opps gone Shot at her friend, hoping she ain't notice Play with the money, posted at your door like a eviction notice If I wrote it quote, if I roll it smoke it Keep the Glock closer, cause these niggas posing Like they really want it, call it window shopping Cuddle with the chopper If bullets was words, this bitch shooting novels Tell me bout no bitch, I just might cut her Yeah I could've fucked her, passed to my brother Had to relapse snap back like a trucker Ask her if she gonna fuck with the kid, ain't gotta guess what she said That bitch was like yea Ask em if they gonna fuck with the gang, know they trynna hang Them bitches like yea Ask her if she trynna die bout this dick, think this bitch really sick She was like yea Ask em if they wanna live for this shit, she alive cause of it She was like yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea
Writer(s): Raymond Mosley Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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