(Chorus)
When the Glock pop your timeline stop put ya life line in reverse black box chop chop Nigga said hit man well I got a barcode on ya bitch fam all I gotta do hit scan
(Verse 1)
Black box chop chop nigga twin Glocks let it pop nigga hold up wait a min bro rain hail sleet or snow I gotta get that doe though so on to the money hoe move to the next one cus Im blessed son ion wanna put two shots to ya chest son that's a body when they hit call it a homi four left in the clip for any body that wanna try me fuck fake freinds I ain't got no Bros fuck love ion need no hoes it's all about getting this Money bag yo like I already passed go collect the cash ooh yеah I ain't talking monopoly though that's all I know most never making it pass the go
(Chorus)
Whеn the Glock pop your timeline stop put ya life line in reverse black box chop chop Nigga said hit man well I got a barcode on ya bitch fam all I gotta do hit scan
(Verse 2)
Pulling out the coupe off the lot told em fuck 12 fuck swat
Only way out ina mother fuckin box ain't no bunk beds in a dam casket y'all niggas keep laughing but if I go I'm goin out blasting for that cash dam I'm only chasin the bag fam it's me my self an I no lie like a royal flush them poker chips I'm cashing so I gotta go all in for real fuckin savage I gotta have it that so bad feeling ecstatic you couldn't even imagine “you couldn't even image” unless you had it like a bad bitch can't be fake I don't fuck wit plastic
Chorus)
When the Glock pop your timeline stop put ya life line in reverse black box chop chop Nigga said hit man well I got a barcode on ya bitch fam all I gotta do hit scan
When the Glock pop your timeline stop put ya life line in reverse black box chop chop Nigga said hit man well I got a barcode on ya bitch fam all I gotta do hit scan
(Verse 1)
Black box chop chop nigga twin Glocks let it pop nigga hold up wait a min bro rain hail sleet or snow I gotta get that doe though so on to the money hoe move to the next one cus Im blessed son ion wanna put two shots to ya chest son that's a body when they hit call it a homi four left in the clip for any body that wanna try me fuck fake freinds I ain't got no Bros fuck love ion need no hoes it's all about getting this Money bag yo like I already passed go collect the cash ooh yеah I ain't talking monopoly though that's all I know most never making it pass the go
(Chorus)
Whеn the Glock pop your timeline stop put ya life line in reverse black box chop chop Nigga said hit man well I got a barcode on ya bitch fam all I gotta do hit scan
(Verse 2)
Pulling out the coupe off the lot told em fuck 12 fuck swat
Only way out ina mother fuckin box ain't no bunk beds in a dam casket y'all niggas keep laughing but if I go I'm goin out blasting for that cash dam I'm only chasin the bag fam it's me my self an I no lie like a royal flush them poker chips I'm cashing so I gotta go all in for real fuckin savage I gotta have it that so bad feeling ecstatic you couldn't even imagine “you couldn't even image” unless you had it like a bad bitch can't be fake I don't fuck wit plastic
Chorus)
When the Glock pop your timeline stop put ya life line in reverse black box chop chop Nigga said hit man well I got a barcode on ya bitch fam all I gotta do hit scan
( Ari3z )
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