Riding all on me
Brake check that nigga if he want me
How my jewelry shine and its stormy
Still throwed in my prime 7 9 like gold
And my money green like yo homie
Pulling up forward in a ford
Riding on 40
With a loaded 4 and a 40
These pussy niggas they ain’t for me
Still wanna court me
But can’t afford me
Pop out
Pop out the car I ain't doin no race
He be doing the chase cuz he want a taste
Yo nigga don’t want you cuz he see that lace
I know he a lame I can see in his face
This bitch tryna be a hero
Somebody give her a cape
Tryna lie on her pussy
But her nigga done showed me the tapes
They loving my figure
Yeah but not just my shape
With these figures I figure that I’ll fly to cali
Just to go and cop me some bape
I don't fuck with twitter cuz them niggas hate
Troll for a living when its money to make
I lost my big homie
Long live moneyway
I tote the stick with the kicks retro jay
I keep the green on me and I pack this heat
But iont ride for the bay
I ain't got kids you see if he try to trap
I leave iont got time to play
Cuz he wanna pop out
Pop out
Pop out the car I ain’t doing no race
He be doing the chase cuz he want a taste
Yo nigga don't want you cuz he see that lace
I know he a lame I can see in his face
This little bitch got some skill
Go fast like j boom off the hill
Yeah that bitch real deal
Going around like a mill
I ain’t no seal
But you play with me you get killed
Pop out with that shit
Pop out with that shit
You a cop out why you snitch
That nigga a bitch
Pop out with that shit
Pop out with that shit
He shot back he missed
I guess that nigga glitched
Pop out with that shit with that shit
On ten toes not rich
They found yo nigga in a ditch
But these hoes still the worse
If you on my turf you get surfed
This ain’t no nerf you get murked
Call you new boys cuz watch you jerk
Run off on you like i'm burk
These new time bitches don’t work
All they can do is twerk
These little hoes don’t work
All these bitches do is twerk
All these bitches do is twerk
Cuz all she wanna do is pop out
Pop out
Pop out the car I ain’t doin no race
He be doing the chase cuz he want a taste
Yo nigga don't want you cuz he see that lace
I know he a lame I can see in his face
Brake check that nigga if he want me
How my jewelry shine and its stormy
Still throwed in my prime 7 9 like gold
And my money green like yo homie
Pulling up forward in a ford
Riding on 40
With a loaded 4 and a 40
These pussy niggas they ain’t for me
Still wanna court me
But can’t afford me
Pop out
Pop out the car I ain't doin no race
He be doing the chase cuz he want a taste
Yo nigga don’t want you cuz he see that lace
I know he a lame I can see in his face
This bitch tryna be a hero
Somebody give her a cape
Tryna lie on her pussy
But her nigga done showed me the tapes
They loving my figure
Yeah but not just my shape
With these figures I figure that I’ll fly to cali
Just to go and cop me some bape
I don't fuck with twitter cuz them niggas hate
Troll for a living when its money to make
I lost my big homie
Long live moneyway
I tote the stick with the kicks retro jay
I keep the green on me and I pack this heat
But iont ride for the bay
I ain't got kids you see if he try to trap
I leave iont got time to play
Cuz he wanna pop out
Pop out
Pop out the car I ain’t doing no race
He be doing the chase cuz he want a taste
Yo nigga don't want you cuz he see that lace
I know he a lame I can see in his face
This little bitch got some skill
Go fast like j boom off the hill
Yeah that bitch real deal
Going around like a mill
I ain’t no seal
But you play with me you get killed
Pop out with that shit
Pop out with that shit
You a cop out why you snitch
That nigga a bitch
Pop out with that shit
Pop out with that shit
He shot back he missed
I guess that nigga glitched
Pop out with that shit with that shit
On ten toes not rich
They found yo nigga in a ditch
But these hoes still the worse
If you on my turf you get surfed
This ain’t no nerf you get murked
Call you new boys cuz watch you jerk
Run off on you like i'm burk
These new time bitches don’t work
All they can do is twerk
These little hoes don’t work
All these bitches do is twerk
All these bitches do is twerk
Cuz all she wanna do is pop out
Pop out
Pop out the car I ain’t doin no race
He be doing the chase cuz he want a taste
Yo nigga don't want you cuz he see that lace
I know he a lame I can see in his face
( Xenova )
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