2018

Bitch this ain't 2018 We ain't popping no mother fucking Xans If you got a Glock in your pocket bitch pull that bitch out and shake up your mans I got a stack in my pants, I hit the G-lock dance She wanna talk, wanna dance, I'mma stiff hand, go fuck on my man I make it rain where the ponchos On God I'm having them hunchos Getting a lil tired of the south take me to New York I'll fuck up the borough Look, the sun coming out I'mma make it rain won't wait on tomorrow Niggas screaming fuck the cops, they need to free my man, he ain't show no sorrow Yo bitch Wanna take a pic, Randy Moss'n Knock a nigga out, wok inside me, Ronda Rousey If he can't get them G-locks in, he not really bossin All white ones match a nigga teeth really flossin And he say he from the six, we don't know your name I got matching glocks one for my bitch, we got matching aim Make them bullets mold a nigga mitt, like I'm Johnny dang Rob his ass and strip him like a bitch, won't even take a thing Bitch thats petty change You know it's Trissy baby, 1500 gang Make them niggas say my name 2, second life nigga, 2