Lyrics

Come on Just like my daddy I'm a pimp Looking for me I'm in the mall wit that shit Ten thousand in my pocket Draggin bags with my bitch I got a Glock she gotta glocky in the car We gotta switch nigga Double cupped up Irritated off these drugs don't get fucked up We ain't beefing bout no bitch You mad yours wanna fuck us Ridin through yo hood you was outside, yea we looked up I woke up and got fresh just to chill inside the trap When yo bitch sucked the dick so good I ain't even give her back Don't talk that money shit to me If you don't even got ten racks And if this rapping shit don't work Then it's back to selling smack nigga I ain't nun like these rap niggas I was born in the streets real trap nigga If we want it we ah really take yo shit We don't ask niggas He ain't know I fucked his hoe now he a mad nigga I ain't nun like these rap niggas I was born in the streets real trap nigga If we want it we ah really take yo shit We don't ask niggas He ain't know I fucked his hoe now he a mad nigga If you ever seen me out I had it on me Uncle Elroy, catch him slipping he like not the Rollie I ain't stressing bout no bitch Just like thug keep it going I take off on the plug You the type of nigga to owe em Boy We done ran off on the plug twice We see a rose gold presi we prolly finna have a good night We taking that We selling that Go buy a cheap flight I was the kid still outside after the street lights We all grew up playing ball then we stopped Crazy how the tables turn now we be only shooting glocks I really got my own bitch but I fuck other niggas thots Momma like what you want for Christmas I want a brick just like my pops I ain't nun like these rap niggas I was born in the streets real trap nigga If we want it we ah really take yo shit We don't ask niggas He ain't know I fucked his hoe now he a mad nigga I ain't nun like these rap niggas I was born in the streets real trap nigga If we want it we ah really take yo shit We don't ask niggas He ain't know I fucked his hoe now he a mad nigga Used to sit inside the trap by myself Just me, my scale, my gun, and some dope The lil stripper think I love her like my dope I love my money you ain't got nun for me you gotta go She said I be acting funny because I barely even talk to her These niggas got these hoes feeling important what is y'all doing With them dilly ass chains show me y'all jeweler Man yo bitch weak as hell if I was in jail I wouldn't talk to her Nigga, aye y'all forgot who y'all was playing with Y'all so muhfuckin broke I prolly could fuck the bitch you staying with Can't even help her with her bills let alone get her head did We gon buy a couple bows then take them all that's what a shred is Nigga Come on Just like my daddy I'm a pimp Looking for me in the mall with that shit Ten thousand in my pocket Dragging bags with my bitch I got a Glock she gotta glocky in the car We gotta switch nigga
Writer(s): Tarrish Boone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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