Yop, huh
She just called my phone so we can make love again
Before I black out on this beat, hold on, let me sip my cup again
If I up my Glock, I hit my shot before that buzzer end
Half a line up in the pop, I guess he got a lil’ buzz and shit
Come on, huh, everything I drive is quick
Car drive automatic, but I got static, so I still ride it stick
Got off on a nigga, I ain’t take his money, but I still robbed his bitch
You would think we beef with Mike and ‘nem ’cause we just dropped a six
Hop out the whip, park that bitch middle of the street like I just had to piss
And I got a roll of paper on me like I just had to shit
Give it thirty-five to forty-five minutes just like that nigga Stanley
The 4-5 weighin’ down my pocket, might be a lil’ easier just to pants me
And we don’t fuck with them Five-seveNs, them bitches don’t do no damage
The boys can put me in a classroom, I still won’t give ’em no answers
Bitch, huh, I’m gon’ get straight D’s and F’s
Pull up to my crib right now, bro, you gon’ see straight V’s and ‘Cats
Thick shit in my bed right now, bro, you gon’ see straight weave and racks
Nigga, I’m just gon’ hit your top, so please don’t waste no cheese on vests
And if I don’t tap your head, it’s ’cause it’s windy, I’ma hit your neck
She on her knees, but I’m the one still gettin’ blessed
Make ’em put up that standard clip soon as I hop out with that Vec’
They know I’m next, they can see that shit like I’m playin’ rec
I just play it cool, this shit take a minute like we playin’ chess
Yeah, huh, damn, I really made a killin’
Punchlines really made a livin’, potion sippin’, Fxce a chemist
If you ain’t tryna get no money, then sorry, gang, can’t take you with me
She said she don’t fuck with me like that shit really made a difference
Bitch, huh, I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t pressed
What that cost? I ain’t check
Passin’ niggas and I ain’t sweat
Huh, they like, “He a rookie, he a vet”
They don’t know Fxce a threat
While you chasin’ bitches, I’m chasin’ checks
You know? I swear my Blackwing passin’ ‘Vettes
Don’t buy no green, that’s just some rest
I cut her off, she ain’t pass the test, huh
I keep dookie on me like Johnny Test
I got six figures on my neck
I just talk shit, all my opps are Crest, you hip?
When I first started off, it was kinda rocky
This shit in my pocket a Manwich roll, it’s kinda sloppy
You fake-tough niggas act just like hoes, y’all need to stop it
And you niggas’ hoes be gettin’ fucked, but I’ma let y’all pop it
Haha, shit, he ain’t even hip
Tryna pull the blues up out my pocket, Ben Franklin just did a split
SK got a knife, bro, don’t get shanked up by a stick
Fightin’ for my life, low-key gettin’ spanked up by some Trish
Throwin’ racks up in the strip, bring the rake up in our section, this shit a movie
Y’all hang around the rats, y’all just like Goofy
She like when I hug her from the back and grab that coochie
I got green, so I can get you wrapped, who all want sushi?
Come place your order
I’m still movin’ down to the A, bro, fuck that case in Georgia
He tryna dick ride his way in, bro, I know fake supporters
Bro, my cup so fuckin’ dirty, I think my drank a hoarder
Was gon’ stop, but I’ma keep goin’
Was gon’ stop, but I’ma keep pourin’
Go inside my closet, the plainest jacket I got is probably Rick Owen
If me and Maar tell you that a bitch goin’, then I promise, gang, she goin’
When I was on the M, it was twenty-four hours, bitch, no closin’
You know?
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