Yeah (ay, ay, ay)
(Tezzer, T-Tezzer) ay, ay, ay, yeah, ay, ay, ay, ay
Yeah, we got beans (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Yeah, ay, ay
You ain’t never had the feds investigate you (got you)
You ain’t never had the bad hoes wanna date you (date you)
You a bad bitch, daddy gotta spank you (I’ma spank you)
My n- fresh out the pen, he might shank you
Extendo, I don’t rock with no stock clips
If you’re chillin’ with the opps, you’re gettin’ shot with (ay)
Bad – love a nigga out in Stockton
They let my shorty in the party with a Glock ten
Poppin’, yeah, bitch, I’m so poppin’ (baow)
I got pounds, I got keys, is you shoppin’?
I sip lean, not no green, ain’t no Watson
I’ma f- your life up ’cause I’m toxic (ay)
Want her, – hit her, duck her (ay)
Catch up, lil’ nigga, with mustard
What is up, bitch? Geesy fuckin’ up the summer (whoa)
Sad – lookin’ like what a bummer
She wanna s- my d- ’cause I’m funner
Lame, all he wanna do is love her
Buster, we be f-kin’ under covers (under covers)
But we ain’t never – with an undercover
Feds watchin’, lil’ n-, yeah, the feds listenin’
I just popped a Perc’ 20, now my head spinnin’ (whoa)
You ain’t never touched no money, you ain’t breadwinnin’ (No)
I don’t even wanna -, I’m just head gettin’, ay
What sup, my Geesy? (Yeah)
Okay, it’s money on the line
Yeah, I’m slidin’ in that Spyder when I’m thuggin’ with my slime
Too short, baby, one convo at the time
I’m the G-lock, baby, but he’s runnin’ with the nine
Don’t touch me, squeezin’, people bleedin’ (uh)
You got issues, I got reasons (uh)
Hundred up front, you could take it, leave it (cash)
You say I’m lucky, then -, Van Cleef it (Van Cleef it)
He make money off the glitch in the Tre lines
He wanna bang on me and throw up gang signs (gangster)
Rich – behavior, you wanna f- on me, come be a savior (yeah)
Don’t ask me ’bout my chain, I wouldn’t do that (I wouldn’t do that)
My lil’ daddy, he’ll shoot you out your durag
How he sorry when he wouldn’t buy a new bag?
Got a richer (richer), I can make my boo mad (yeah)
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