Yall can't catch up
We left the police the dust, up inna striker
We had about like 6 stars, G.T.A.
I be slidin back to back, up on that pussy block
I don't aim for the body, i aim at the locs
I just had my lil shorty get rid of the Glocks
Anyways, all these thotties keep on flockin
And my ex be cock blocking
Give no f*cks, I keep on rocking cock out
I can't stand no hatin hoe
Never chase no bitch, all they good for is passin time
And pussy get yo lick back, stop sitting on yo momma couch
Sitting on yo mamma couch
These niggas ain't got goals, but I be staying ten toes
You can tell by my gold
All this ice got my froze
Pass the hoes to my bro
Please don't think I'm a hoe
Might just f*ck around and blow
Pocket rocket, and keep drugs up in my pocket
Policía keep on chasing, so I ain't finna stop it, yeah
I'm the trending topic, if I like it I cop it, yeah
Y'all be smokin Reggie, all I smoke is Exotic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Never going back to bein broke
Face f*ck a hoe, skeet in her throat until she choke
The opps so gay, I bet them niggas droped the soap
Don't f*ck with me, I'll pop the trunk and get the Drako
And nigga know I never pull up with the same hoe
Can't help it, but I love a freak up on a stripper pole
She lookin sexy over there, I love that cameotoe
And she a Scorpio
Means she a horny hoe, yeah
I want that coochie hole
She scrub it on the floor, yeah
She gotta bbl, yeah
I'll eat that bootyhole, yeah
I need that girl for sure, yeah
Look at that booty go, yeah
Tat up on my neck my face and hands, my mama mad at me
Hella piercings on my flesh, don't ask me if my jewelry is real
My shit not Moissanite or C.Z.'s, this from the earth
I might be a skinny f*cker, but my dick it got the girth
Always wanted this since I was a little boy
Now I got all of the luxuries I couldn't afford
Was so poor lived inna homeless shelter, upgraded to projects
House done got robbed, and then we got kicked out for led poison
They had to knock the projects down, we had to move to 219
Started making music, met a couple money making niggas
All the money, guns, drugs, bitches you could think about
Said all this money, guns, drugs, bitches you could think about
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Yall can't catch up
We left the police the dust, up inna striker
We had about like 6 stars, G.T.A.
I be slidin back to back, up on that pussy block
I don't aim for the body, i aim at the locs
I just had my lil shorty get rid of the Glocks
Anyways, all these thotties keep on flockin
And my ex be cock blocking
Give no f*cks, I keep on rocking cock out
I can't stand no hatin hoe
Never chase no bitch, all they good for is passin time
And pussy get yo lick back, stop sitting on yo momma couch
Sitting on yo mamma couch
These niggas ain't got goals, but I be staying ten toes
You can tell by my gold
All this ice got my froze
Pass the hoes to my bro
Please don't think I'm a hoe
Might just f*ck around and blow
Pocket rocket, and keep drugs up in my pocket
Policía keep on chasing, so I ain't finna stop it, yeah
I'm the trending topic, if I like it I cop it, yeah
Y'all be smokin Reggie, all I smoke is Exotic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Never going back to bein broke
Face f*ck a hoe, skeet in her throat until she choke
The opps so gay, I bet them niggas droped the soap
Don't f*ck with me, I'll pop the trunk and get the Drako
And nigga know I never pull up with the same hoe
Can't help it, but I love a freak up on a stripper pole
She lookin sexy over there, I love that cameotoe
And she a Scorpio
Means she a horny hoe, yeah
I want that coochie hole
She scrub it on the floor, yeah
She gotta bbl, yeah
I'll eat that bootyhole, yeah
I need that girl for sure, yeah
Look at that booty go, yeah
Tat up on my neck my face and hands, my mama mad at me
Hella piercings on my flesh, don't ask me if my jewelry is real
My shit not Moissanite or C.Z.'s, this from the earth
I might be a skinny f*cker, but my dick it got the girth
Always wanted this since I was a little boy
Now I got all of the luxuries I couldn't afford
Was so poor lived inna homeless shelter, upgraded to projects
House done got robbed, and then we got kicked out for led poison
They had to knock the projects down, we had to move to 219
Started making music, met a couple money making niggas
All the money, guns, drugs, bitches you could think about
Said all this money, guns, drugs, bitches you could think about
We left the police the dust, up inna striker
We had about like 6 stars, G.T.A.
I be slidin back to back, up on that pussy block
I don't aim for the body, i aim at the locs
I just had my lil shorty get rid of the Glocks
Anyways, all these thotties keep on flockin
And my ex be cock blocking
Give no f*cks, I keep on rocking cock out
I can't stand no hatin hoe
Never chase no bitch, all they good for is passin time
And pussy get yo lick back, stop sitting on yo momma couch
Sitting on yo mamma couch
These niggas ain't got goals, but I be staying ten toes
You can tell by my gold
All this ice got my froze
Pass the hoes to my bro
Please don't think I'm a hoe
Might just f*ck around and blow
Pocket rocket, and keep drugs up in my pocket
Policía keep on chasing, so I ain't finna stop it, yeah
I'm the trending topic, if I like it I cop it, yeah
Y'all be smokin Reggie, all I smoke is Exotic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Never going back to bein broke
Face f*ck a hoe, skeet in her throat until she choke
The opps so gay, I bet them niggas droped the soap
Don't f*ck with me, I'll pop the trunk and get the Drako
And nigga know I never pull up with the same hoe
Can't help it, but I love a freak up on a stripper pole
She lookin sexy over there, I love that cameotoe
And she a Scorpio
Means she a horny hoe, yeah
I want that coochie hole
She scrub it on the floor, yeah
She gotta bbl, yeah
I'll eat that bootyhole, yeah
I need that girl for sure, yeah
Look at that booty go, yeah
Tat up on my neck my face and hands, my mama mad at me
Hella piercings on my flesh, don't ask me if my jewelry is real
My shit not Moissanite or C.Z.'s, this from the earth
I might be a skinny f*cker, but my dick it got the girth
Always wanted this since I was a little boy
Now I got all of the luxuries I couldn't afford
Was so poor lived inna homeless shelter, upgraded to projects
House done got robbed, and then we got kicked out for led poison
They had to knock the projects down, we had to move to 219
Started making music, met a couple money making niggas
All the money, guns, drugs, bitches you could think about
Said all this money, guns, drugs, bitches you could think about
Writer: Carl Garibay
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