Ay
Ay
Look
Quin you crazy boy
Man what is this cap about
Black hoodie & some skittles, tell Zimmerman to check it out
They gone come out in a min bro, Just wait it out
Ay why my zip look short bro Just weigh it out
You know I'm shining bright, I'm the new sun
My old bitch ain't believe in my vision, got a new one
My old pole kept jamming up, I got a new gun
I Beat the pussy up like Chico, I'm Uncle Willie son
What kind of gun is that? This some custom shit
What kind of car is that? This a custom whip
Wonder why he can't hit my girl? This a custom bitch
Wonder why we got straight drop? Got it thru customs bitch
Why you got all these questions? You acting funny bitch
Aw yeah you need some lessons? On how to get rich
I can get you a couple bands , I need At least six
And I can tell you don't know how to whip bricks
You got a weak wrist
Ima thirst trapper
Don't leave yo girl alone , Cause ima Guaranteed bitch snatcher
You Can't hang with the big dawgs , You a whipper snapper
You Can't invite me to the show, Cause Ima get it clapper
Aw yo BD wanna shop? I turned into a taxer
All these bitches wanna top me up
Thank God I turned into a rapper
I'll pour up any color of the drank, It don't really matter
I'm on my way to the top , But I think I got a broke ladder
He was an artistic Nigga, Made his brains splatter
I'm fin get back on my jiggas , Cause I'm getting fatter
F*ck it I'm fin slide in her dm , I see you getting madder
She say her cousin name Baby D
F*ck is my window shattered
Ay I'll blick at a hoe
These niggas think they bullies? Aw you think that ima hoe
Ay that's the Nigga right there bro, drive slow
He thought I was in Carolina, But I caught him at the store
Yeah I might be folks, But you might catch me the Moes
Yeah I might be folks , But you might catch me with the foes
Nah I ain't gone lie, You ain't gone catch me with no nigga
I'm careful on my toes
These niggas quick to set you up, I know how it go
He Thought he had a big stain with me
But I got a big pole
He Thought he was fin come down this street
But we got big tolls
They thought I was Lightning McQueen
The way I stay up on that road
You the shooter but ain't make the teams, you need bigger goals
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Ay
Ay
Look
Quin you crazy boy
Man what is this cap about
Black hoodie & some skittles, tell Zimmerman to check it out
They gone come out in a min bro, Just wait it out
Ay why my zip look short bro Just weigh it out
You know I'm shining bright, I'm the new sun
My old bitch ain't believe in my vision, got a new one
My old pole kept jamming up, I got a new gun
I Beat the pussy up like Chico, I'm Uncle Willie son
What kind of gun is that? This some custom shit
What kind of car is that? This a custom whip
Wonder why he can't hit my girl? This a custom bitch
Wonder why we got straight drop? Got it thru customs bitch
Why you got all these questions? You acting funny bitch
Aw yeah you need some lessons? On how to get rich
I can get you a couple bands , I need At least six
And I can tell you don't know how to whip bricks
You got a weak wrist
Ima thirst trapper
Don't leave yo girl alone , Cause ima Guaranteed bitch snatcher
You Can't hang with the big dawgs , You a whipper snapper
You Can't invite me to the show, Cause Ima get it clapper
Aw yo BD wanna shop? I turned into a taxer
All these bitches wanna top me up
Thank God I turned into a rapper
I'll pour up any color of the drank, It don't really matter
I'm on my way to the top , But I think I got a broke ladder
He was an artistic Nigga, Made his brains splatter
I'm fin get back on my jiggas , Cause I'm getting fatter
F*ck it I'm fin slide in her dm , I see you getting madder
She say her cousin name Baby D
F*ck is my window shattered
Ay I'll blick at a hoe
These niggas think they bullies? Aw you think that ima hoe
Ay that's the Nigga right there bro, drive slow
He thought I was in Carolina, But I caught him at the store
Yeah I might be folks, But you might catch me the Moes
Yeah I might be folks , But you might catch me with the foes
Nah I ain't gone lie, You ain't gone catch me with no nigga
I'm careful on my toes
These niggas quick to set you up, I know how it go
He Thought he had a big stain with me
But I got a big pole
He Thought he was fin come down this street
But we got big tolls
They thought I was Lightning McQueen
The way I stay up on that road
You the shooter but ain't make the teams, you need bigger goals
Ay
Look
Quin you crazy boy
Man what is this cap about
Black hoodie & some skittles, tell Zimmerman to check it out
They gone come out in a min bro, Just wait it out
Ay why my zip look short bro Just weigh it out
You know I'm shining bright, I'm the new sun
My old bitch ain't believe in my vision, got a new one
My old pole kept jamming up, I got a new gun
I Beat the pussy up like Chico, I'm Uncle Willie son
What kind of gun is that? This some custom shit
What kind of car is that? This a custom whip
Wonder why he can't hit my girl? This a custom bitch
Wonder why we got straight drop? Got it thru customs bitch
Why you got all these questions? You acting funny bitch
Aw yeah you need some lessons? On how to get rich
I can get you a couple bands , I need At least six
And I can tell you don't know how to whip bricks
You got a weak wrist
Ima thirst trapper
Don't leave yo girl alone , Cause ima Guaranteed bitch snatcher
You Can't hang with the big dawgs , You a whipper snapper
You Can't invite me to the show, Cause Ima get it clapper
Aw yo BD wanna shop? I turned into a taxer
All these bitches wanna top me up
Thank God I turned into a rapper
I'll pour up any color of the drank, It don't really matter
I'm on my way to the top , But I think I got a broke ladder
He was an artistic Nigga, Made his brains splatter
I'm fin get back on my jiggas , Cause I'm getting fatter
F*ck it I'm fin slide in her dm , I see you getting madder
She say her cousin name Baby D
F*ck is my window shattered
Ay I'll blick at a hoe
These niggas think they bullies? Aw you think that ima hoe
Ay that's the Nigga right there bro, drive slow
He thought I was in Carolina, But I caught him at the store
Yeah I might be folks, But you might catch me the Moes
Yeah I might be folks , But you might catch me with the foes
Nah I ain't gone lie, You ain't gone catch me with no nigga
I'm careful on my toes
These niggas quick to set you up, I know how it go
He Thought he had a big stain with me
But I got a big pole
He Thought he was fin come down this street
But we got big tolls
They thought I was Lightning McQueen
The way I stay up on that road
You the shooter but ain't make the teams, you need bigger goals
Writer: Rashad Jackson
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