Rolling up the kush pack (You know?)
Thirty six thousand ho's hit em by the two's mix and matching
Feel this shit up in my soul to make a mill daily
Watching Scarface waiting by the phone patient
I'm not Scarface, man I can't let nobody make it (Mane)
You might think I'm Babyface man they think the gang wavy (What!)
Curve em all the time bitch that ain't my f*cking baby
My youngin kick it where it's hot (Hot hot) lil nigga run with Satan
I only hit that bitch cause she was yella sort of Blasian
Gang hit her up (Mane) while we was in thea making babies
We have three suspects wearing scarves on their faces
These niggas hate when I win they only roun for the fetti (F*ck em)
I was clapping every time you won, but when I win yo face displaying jealousy (Bitch!)
And I can go so deep into the streets
Like how you know that's me that put my nigga on his feet
Bitch love me still won't see a ring but OKC
Bitches fall in love with this thing
Won't change her mind about me plus I laced her with some game
Taking on responsibilities and niggas hate to man up (Fo shidd sho)
When you grabbing a chance I had to tell her it's jus plan us
Put my back against the wall I had to stand up
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Rolling up the kush pack (You know?)
Thirty six thousand ho's hit em by the two's mix and matching
Feel this shit up in my soul to make a mill daily
Watching Scarface waiting by the phone patient
I'm not Scarface, man I can't let nobody make it (Mane)
You might think I'm Babyface man they think the gang wavy (What!)
Curve em all the time bitch that ain't my f*cking baby
My youngin kick it where it's hot (Hot hot) lil nigga run with Satan
I only hit that bitch cause she was yella sort of Blasian
Gang hit her up (Mane) while we was in thea making babies
We have three suspects wearing scarves on their faces
These niggas hate when I win they only roun for the fetti (F*ck em)
I was clapping every time you won, but when I win yo face displaying jealousy (Bitch!)
And I can go so deep into the streets
Like how you know that's me that put my nigga on his feet
Bitch love me still won't see a ring but OKC
Bitches fall in love with this thing
Won't change her mind about me plus I laced her with some game
Taking on responsibilities and niggas hate to man up (Fo shidd sho)
When you grabbing a chance I had to tell her it's jus plan us
Put my back against the wall I had to stand up
Thirty six thousand ho's hit em by the two's mix and matching
Feel this shit up in my soul to make a mill daily
Watching Scarface waiting by the phone patient
I'm not Scarface, man I can't let nobody make it (Mane)
You might think I'm Babyface man they think the gang wavy (What!)
Curve em all the time bitch that ain't my f*cking baby
My youngin kick it where it's hot (Hot hot) lil nigga run with Satan
I only hit that bitch cause she was yella sort of Blasian
Gang hit her up (Mane) while we was in thea making babies
We have three suspects wearing scarves on their faces
These niggas hate when I win they only roun for the fetti (F*ck em)
I was clapping every time you won, but when I win yo face displaying jealousy (Bitch!)
And I can go so deep into the streets
Like how you know that's me that put my nigga on his feet
Bitch love me still won't see a ring but OKC
Bitches fall in love with this thing
Won't change her mind about me plus I laced her with some game
Taking on responsibilities and niggas hate to man up (Fo shidd sho)
When you grabbing a chance I had to tell her it's jus plan us
Put my back against the wall I had to stand up
Writer: Julish Warren Jr.
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