[Verse 1: TJ Sleaze]
Wanna get rich like me, talk shit like me
You ain't got a dollar in yo pocket but yo wrist icy
Rock who? Niggas know I got the stick by me
Clutching on it, singing Dej Loaf, let a nigga try me
I tried to calm Reese down, he did y'all mans grimy
ShittyBoyz, gang, gang, you see Stan by me
Searching y'all designer on the web, man, I couldn't find it
Take any card in the store, my shit ain't declining
Girl, I'm out here chasing pape, I don't wanna hear yo whining
Heading to the top with my team, all my niggas shining
Labels all on my dick, call it perfect timing
Made 60K off SBA with my nigga Simon
Opps scared to come outside, they see Scats flying
My white nigga throwing bullets like he Matt Ryan
Bitch, you ain't bussing PUAs, nigga, stop lying
Lately I been feeling like the man with my damn iron
[Verse 2: StanWill]
Balenciagas on, stomp around like I'm Bigfoot
See the opposition out, ask them how the blick look
More burners on me than a stove, get yo shit cooked
Upped the twenty on her, had to tell her this how lit look
I can't fuck with a bitch unless her throat deep
Bitch ride like a cowgirl, Little Bo-Peep
Catch him riding waves, .223s make his boat sink
Thousand dollar kicks, bitch, I spent five on both feet
Baby, you can keep the fake love 'cause my pape real
Already knowing niggas fake but that hate real
What I made off PUA, that's like eight deals
Main bitch tryna kill my hoes, I told bae chill
Alright, it's a landslide
Gang, gang, fuck everybody, bitch, I'm anti
If you so fucking sticked up, how yo mans die?
Threw a ShittyBoyz joggy on and I ran five
[Verse 3: TJ Sleaze]
With the money, I been tripping lately
I ain't never speaking to the cops, they gon' have to chase me
Whole gang tryna smoke that nigga but I'm 'bout to face it
So far all these niggas dick sucking on them fake pages
I don't tell gang stay safe 'cause they stay dangerous
Yeah, I get the money then I'm out, I ain't into hanging
I walk around with blues on me but I ain't banging
Stay down till I'm up, bitch, I'm maintaining
Hold on, slow the car down, think I see an opp
We got bowls of exotic, what you wanna cop?
You can't hide in my city, we gon' get the drop
Jumping out with chopsticks in the equinox
Ain't pulling off till we see five people drop
Toot it up, lil' bitch, I'm finna beat yo box
This young nigga be the reason that yo people shot
Real demons on yo ass, better call the cops
[Verse 4: StanWill]
Young, rich, and turnt, hoes dick suck
Turn the function to a Glock party, hold the blicks up
Gang 'round niggas liable to get they bitch fucked
Knew every smacking-ass state, I ain't missed one
Huh, I'm feeling like Jim Crow, I don't like niggas
Baby AR and Glockiana, I don't fight niggas
Rolling with the pits, all my dawgs got some bite in 'em
Nut squeezing-ass jeans, thousand dollar Mike denim
Huh, yeah, yeah, alright
Make the opps do the Cha Cha when we slide through
Unc' wrist whipping, serving niggas like a drive-through
Pulling out with big black chops, we'll rob you
Monkey nuts and and banana clips, Planet of the Apes
TJ probably on a opp block, blamming with the Drac'
Bougie lil' bitch, all she eat is salmon and some steak
Road tripping with my new Benz, jamming in yo state
We'll run 'em down with them sticks, how a relay be
[Verse 5: TJ Sleaze & StanWill]
All I do is fuck his bitch, I know he hate me
Put some game on her for that head like how EA be
[Verse 6: TJ Sleaze]
Seen her on the 'Gram slid up like a PSP
I think 12 ain't enough so I keep XD
Dropped a bag on his head, they got him in a week
[Verse 7: StanWill]
Bitch like Sandy, I done put my nuts in her cheeks
Fogo de Chão, bitch, I pay a buck just to eat
Wanna get rich like me, talk shit like me
You ain't got a dollar in yo pocket but yo wrist icy
Rock who? Niggas know I got the stick by me
Clutching on it, singing Dej Loaf, let a nigga try me
I tried to calm Reese down, he did y'all mans grimy
ShittyBoyz, gang, gang, you see Stan by me
Searching y'all designer on the web, man, I couldn't find it
Take any card in the store, my shit ain't declining
Girl, I'm out here chasing pape, I don't wanna hear yo whining
Heading to the top with my team, all my niggas shining
Labels all on my dick, call it perfect timing
Made 60K off SBA with my nigga Simon
Opps scared to come outside, they see Scats flying
My white nigga throwing bullets like he Matt Ryan
Bitch, you ain't bussing PUAs, nigga, stop lying
Lately I been feeling like the man with my damn iron
[Verse 2: StanWill]
Balenciagas on, stomp around like I'm Bigfoot
See the opposition out, ask them how the blick look
More burners on me than a stove, get yo shit cooked
Upped the twenty on her, had to tell her this how lit look
I can't fuck with a bitch unless her throat deep
Bitch ride like a cowgirl, Little Bo-Peep
Catch him riding waves, .223s make his boat sink
Thousand dollar kicks, bitch, I spent five on both feet
Baby, you can keep the fake love 'cause my pape real
Already knowing niggas fake but that hate real
What I made off PUA, that's like eight deals
Main bitch tryna kill my hoes, I told bae chill
Alright, it's a landslide
Gang, gang, fuck everybody, bitch, I'm anti
If you so fucking sticked up, how yo mans die?
Threw a ShittyBoyz joggy on and I ran five
[Verse 3: TJ Sleaze]
With the money, I been tripping lately
I ain't never speaking to the cops, they gon' have to chase me
Whole gang tryna smoke that nigga but I'm 'bout to face it
So far all these niggas dick sucking on them fake pages
I don't tell gang stay safe 'cause they stay dangerous
Yeah, I get the money then I'm out, I ain't into hanging
I walk around with blues on me but I ain't banging
Stay down till I'm up, bitch, I'm maintaining
Hold on, slow the car down, think I see an opp
We got bowls of exotic, what you wanna cop?
You can't hide in my city, we gon' get the drop
Jumping out with chopsticks in the equinox
Ain't pulling off till we see five people drop
Toot it up, lil' bitch, I'm finna beat yo box
This young nigga be the reason that yo people shot
Real demons on yo ass, better call the cops
[Verse 4: StanWill]
Young, rich, and turnt, hoes dick suck
Turn the function to a Glock party, hold the blicks up
Gang 'round niggas liable to get they bitch fucked
Knew every smacking-ass state, I ain't missed one
Huh, I'm feeling like Jim Crow, I don't like niggas
Baby AR and Glockiana, I don't fight niggas
Rolling with the pits, all my dawgs got some bite in 'em
Nut squeezing-ass jeans, thousand dollar Mike denim
Huh, yeah, yeah, alright
Make the opps do the Cha Cha when we slide through
Unc' wrist whipping, serving niggas like a drive-through
Pulling out with big black chops, we'll rob you
Monkey nuts and and banana clips, Planet of the Apes
TJ probably on a opp block, blamming with the Drac'
Bougie lil' bitch, all she eat is salmon and some steak
Road tripping with my new Benz, jamming in yo state
We'll run 'em down with them sticks, how a relay be
[Verse 5: TJ Sleaze & StanWill]
All I do is fuck his bitch, I know he hate me
Put some game on her for that head like how EA be
[Verse 6: TJ Sleaze]
Seen her on the 'Gram slid up like a PSP
I think 12 ain't enough so I keep XD
Dropped a bag on his head, they got him in a week
[Verse 7: StanWill]
Bitch like Sandy, I done put my nuts in her cheeks
Fogo de Chão, bitch, I pay a buck just to eat
( StanWill )
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