(Yea huh, woah ohh, yea huh)
W-W-Walktothebank and I’m laughin now, smoke on this gas til’ I’m passing out beat up her guts got her tapn’ out the btches I date aren’t average now talk out ya mouth we send shootas’ out, hit us a lick and you know we feel proud, I gotta choppa I let that shit spit if we see a shit
Run through ya house we shoot up ya crib, N be mad cause I’m doin my shit, making my money I’m making it quick, go to the mall now I’m spending that shit, we finna eat out at lil Benihana‘s open the crib and say “hey” to his mama I got a lot on my mind so you know that I smoke it all off and it’s making me dizzy, if he talkin down call up my shootas’ cause you already know that we all on the map a lot of these N be fake and thеy talkin bout me so they kind of remind mе of rats, spinning yo block and we spinning it back you throwing shots so we sending some back, if he talkin down imma send out my shootas’ they killin a N we smoke on his pack
(Yeahh, woah ohh, yeahh..yeahh)
Slide to the mall wit my gang, you know that we lit so you know that we buying it all, picking and choosing the girl that I want I cannot choose so I’m takin em all gave her my number she sent me a pic of her panties she told me she taking em off she sent me a text she want me to slide I told her “i won’t im not fucking with hoes” all of these btches be texting my phone like “what do you want from me” picking and choosing they cannot decide, picking and choosing they ran out of time, they ran out of time, they ran out of time overprotective for crazy for mine, you claim that you want me you waiting my time I think that it’s kind of ironic that N be hating on me, every sense I been making music I fell in love with the cheese, making this bag I’m making this breesh yeah, I’m making this bag im making this breesh, and she fell in love with the team…
W-W-Walktothebank and I’m laughin now, smoke on this gas til’ I’m passing out beat up her guts got her tapn’ out the btches I date aren’t average now talk out ya mouth we send shootas’ out, hit us a lick and you know we feel proud, I gotta choppa I let that shit spit if we see a shit
Run through ya house we shoot up ya crib, N be mad cause I’m doin my shit, making my money I’m making it quick, go to the mall now I’m spending that shit, we finna eat out at lil Benihana‘s open the crib and say “hey” to his mama I got a lot on my mind so you know that I smoke it all off and it’s making me dizzy, if he talkin down call up my shootas’ cause you already know that we all on the map a lot of these N be fake and thеy talkin bout me so they kind of remind mе of rats, spinning yo block and we spinning it back you throwing shots so we sending some back, if he talkin down imma send out my shootas’ they killin a N we smoke on his pack
(Yeahh, woah ohh, yeahh..yeahh)
Slide to the mall wit my gang, you know that we lit so you know that we buying it all, picking and choosing the girl that I want I cannot choose so I’m takin em all gave her my number she sent me a pic of her panties she told me she taking em off she sent me a text she want me to slide I told her “i won’t im not fucking with hoes” all of these btches be texting my phone like “what do you want from me” picking and choosing they cannot decide, picking and choosing they ran out of time, they ran out of time, they ran out of time overprotective for crazy for mine, you claim that you want me you waiting my time I think that it’s kind of ironic that N be hating on me, every sense I been making music I fell in love with the cheese, making this bag I’m making this breesh yeah, I’m making this bag im making this breesh, and she fell in love with the team…
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