All these pockets full but I ain't talkin bout lil baby
Goin up, I'm number one, I'm ballin hard, Tracy McGrady
All this wok I'm pourin up, it got my stomach hurtin daily
Had to cut that lil bitch off, she kept on talkin bout a baby
My lil bro, he been trappin, I'm doin this rappin
Pray to God that he watch over, cause I can't get caught up lackin
And if this shit get to the point, like Cleo, I'm goin out blastin
These niggas like fitteds, cause all they doin is cappin
See, my pops he was a hustler, so I grew up round some trappers
Bitch, I'm bangin YBK, I'm strictly gang I still get active
I'm quick to spin a block, I don't give no f*ck about no cops
Bitch, I'm a hungry nigga, I'm probably first up at the drop
We took our fitted hats off, probably knocked up off yo top
Yo bitch a freaky ho, she really known for givin top
Lil bitch, I'm gettin green, my middle name is f*ckin Guap
Lil bitch, I'm YBK, I swear to God, I beat the block
I'm runnin around, chasin checks, I don't give no f*ck about no bitches
It's a trigger on my Glock, I don't give no f*ck about no switches
If you say a f*ckin word, I swear to God that you get stitches
I grew up round some trappers, they ain't known for givin snitches
All these pockets full, but I ain't talkin bout lil baby
Goin up, I'm number one, I'm ballin hard, Tracy McGrady
All this wok I'm pourin up, it got my stomach hurtin daily
Had to cut that lil bitch off, she kept on talkin bout a baby
My lil bro, he been trappin I'm doin this rappin
Pray to God that he watch over, cause I can't get caught up lackin
And if this shit get to the point, like Cleo, I'm goin out blastin
These niggas like fitteds, cause all they doin is cappin
The Boodah - Session 6 (feat. Xiy) Lyrics
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All these pockets full but I ain't talkin bout lil baby
Goin up, I'm number one, I'm ballin hard, Tracy McGrady
All this wok I'm pourin up, it got my stomach hurtin daily
Had to cut that lil bitch off, she kept on talkin bout a baby
My lil bro, he been trappin, I'm doin this rappin
Pray to God that he watch over, cause I can't get caught up lackin
And if this shit get to the point, like Cleo, I'm goin out blastin
These niggas like fitteds, cause all they doin is cappin
See, my pops he was a hustler, so I grew up round some trappers
Bitch, I'm bangin YBK, I'm strictly gang I still get active
I'm quick to spin a block, I don't give no f*ck about no cops
Bitch, I'm a hungry nigga, I'm probably first up at the drop
We took our fitted hats off, probably knocked up off yo top
Yo bitch a freaky ho, she really known for givin top
Lil bitch, I'm gettin green, my middle name is f*ckin Guap
Lil bitch, I'm YBK, I swear to God, I beat the block
I'm runnin around, chasin checks, I don't give no f*ck about no bitches
It's a trigger on my Glock, I don't give no f*ck about no switches
If you say a f*ckin word, I swear to God that you get stitches
I grew up round some trappers, they ain't known for givin snitches
All these pockets full, but I ain't talkin bout lil baby
Goin up, I'm number one, I'm ballin hard, Tracy McGrady
All this wok I'm pourin up, it got my stomach hurtin daily
Had to cut that lil bitch off, she kept on talkin bout a baby
My lil bro, he been trappin I'm doin this rappin
Pray to God that he watch over, cause I can't get caught up lackin
And if this shit get to the point, like Cleo, I'm goin out blastin
These niggas like fitteds, cause all they doin is cappin
Goin up, I'm number one, I'm ballin hard, Tracy McGrady
All this wok I'm pourin up, it got my stomach hurtin daily
Had to cut that lil bitch off, she kept on talkin bout a baby
My lil bro, he been trappin, I'm doin this rappin
Pray to God that he watch over, cause I can't get caught up lackin
And if this shit get to the point, like Cleo, I'm goin out blastin
These niggas like fitteds, cause all they doin is cappin
See, my pops he was a hustler, so I grew up round some trappers
Bitch, I'm bangin YBK, I'm strictly gang I still get active
I'm quick to spin a block, I don't give no f*ck about no cops
Bitch, I'm a hungry nigga, I'm probably first up at the drop
We took our fitted hats off, probably knocked up off yo top
Yo bitch a freaky ho, she really known for givin top
Lil bitch, I'm gettin green, my middle name is f*ckin Guap
Lil bitch, I'm YBK, I swear to God, I beat the block
I'm runnin around, chasin checks, I don't give no f*ck about no bitches
It's a trigger on my Glock, I don't give no f*ck about no switches
If you say a f*ckin word, I swear to God that you get stitches
I grew up round some trappers, they ain't known for givin snitches
All these pockets full, but I ain't talkin bout lil baby
Goin up, I'm number one, I'm ballin hard, Tracy McGrady
All this wok I'm pourin up, it got my stomach hurtin daily
Had to cut that lil bitch off, she kept on talkin bout a baby
My lil bro, he been trappin I'm doin this rappin
Pray to God that he watch over, cause I can't get caught up lackin
And if this shit get to the point, like Cleo, I'm goin out blastin
These niggas like fitteds, cause all they doin is cappin
Writer: Boodah McBride
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