At the dope spot smelling like Yves Saint Laurent
All this shit on me
Big forty extend on it
Me getting money got your bitch horny
Back then they tryed to shit on me
On the stove with my wrist goin
How much you wanna bet this bitch wet?
You would think I am all this drip on me
Ridin round in A uber wit it
Got faithful bitches like who is this?
Have his mama gettin crucifixes
I ain't really wit the stupid shit!
On God need A wrath coupe
Talking pots I done scraped A few
Still thanking God that I made it thru
All my niggas shot like they play for Duke
And got drafted by Lakers too
Hold up hold up you and Gang fool
Red niggas in the gang too
Rep the Eastside like I'm backing blue
On the Westside making major moves
Know that white girl like I'm Rayful
This ain't up for debate
If you gettin money they gon hate you
Ridin round wit them heathens
Got chop sticks we ain't eatin
Woke up counting dead guys
Went to sleep and seen Demons
Got Big Heads not Gina
Send A hit Derrick Jeter
Devin Booker wit the hook up
Score 50 in Phoenix
Picture me Havin beef wit niggas
Imma get his bitch and then sleep with her
After that get her address and ship 30 pounds of OG there
Talking money I need all of that
My phone got plays like a quarterback
Got niggas coming home from 20
Taking bout getting they corners back
Hit the bitch never call her back
She like where you been? and all of that
I don't fall off I fall back
And all I ever needed was A stronger pack
Nigga ballin like Jordan back
Talk this flex shit like I thought A class
Money flowing like A faucet
Precipitation in the forecast
I was broke the plug fixed it
I remember selling midgets
Use to call them shits Haiti kid
Like wrestle mania in 86
Niggas listen like this the scripture
Close they eyes and I'm painting pictures
Cut it out and stop hatin nigga
I was gettin paper you was saving bitches
Ridin in A muthafucn uber
Had the trap jumpin club crucial
30 pounds of the loud I'll bring it to ya
Niggas beefin keep A mutaf*ckan shooter
Ridin in A muthafucn uber
Had the trap jumpin club crucial
30 pounds of the loud I'll bring it to ya
Niggas beefin keep A mutaf*ckan shooter
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At the dope spot smelling like Yves Saint Laurent
All this shit on me
Big forty extend on it
Me getting money got your bitch horny
Back then they tryed to shit on me
On the stove with my wrist goin
How much you wanna bet this bitch wet?
You would think I am all this drip on me
Ridin round in A uber wit it
Got faithful bitches like who is this?
Have his mama gettin crucifixes
I ain't really wit the stupid shit!
On God need A wrath coupe
Talking pots I done scraped A few
Still thanking God that I made it thru
All my niggas shot like they play for Duke
And got drafted by Lakers too
Hold up hold up you and Gang fool
Red niggas in the gang too
Rep the Eastside like I'm backing blue
On the Westside making major moves
Know that white girl like I'm Rayful
This ain't up for debate
If you gettin money they gon hate you
Ridin round wit them heathens
Got chop sticks we ain't eatin
Woke up counting dead guys
Went to sleep and seen Demons
Got Big Heads not Gina
Send A hit Derrick Jeter
Devin Booker wit the hook up
Score 50 in Phoenix
Picture me Havin beef wit niggas
Imma get his bitch and then sleep with her
After that get her address and ship 30 pounds of OG there
Talking money I need all of that
My phone got plays like a quarterback
Got niggas coming home from 20
Taking bout getting they corners back
Hit the bitch never call her back
She like where you been? and all of that
I don't fall off I fall back
And all I ever needed was A stronger pack
Nigga ballin like Jordan back
Talk this flex shit like I thought A class
Money flowing like A faucet
Precipitation in the forecast
I was broke the plug fixed it
I remember selling midgets
Use to call them shits Haiti kid
Like wrestle mania in 86
Niggas listen like this the scripture
Close they eyes and I'm painting pictures
Cut it out and stop hatin nigga
I was gettin paper you was saving bitches
Ridin in A muthafucn uber
Had the trap jumpin club crucial
30 pounds of the loud I'll bring it to ya
Niggas beefin keep A mutaf*ckan shooter
Ridin in A muthafucn uber
Had the trap jumpin club crucial
30 pounds of the loud I'll bring it to ya
Niggas beefin keep A mutaf*ckan shooter
All this shit on me
Big forty extend on it
Me getting money got your bitch horny
Back then they tryed to shit on me
On the stove with my wrist goin
How much you wanna bet this bitch wet?
You would think I am all this drip on me
Ridin round in A uber wit it
Got faithful bitches like who is this?
Have his mama gettin crucifixes
I ain't really wit the stupid shit!
On God need A wrath coupe
Talking pots I done scraped A few
Still thanking God that I made it thru
All my niggas shot like they play for Duke
And got drafted by Lakers too
Hold up hold up you and Gang fool
Red niggas in the gang too
Rep the Eastside like I'm backing blue
On the Westside making major moves
Know that white girl like I'm Rayful
This ain't up for debate
If you gettin money they gon hate you
Ridin round wit them heathens
Got chop sticks we ain't eatin
Woke up counting dead guys
Went to sleep and seen Demons
Got Big Heads not Gina
Send A hit Derrick Jeter
Devin Booker wit the hook up
Score 50 in Phoenix
Picture me Havin beef wit niggas
Imma get his bitch and then sleep with her
After that get her address and ship 30 pounds of OG there
Talking money I need all of that
My phone got plays like a quarterback
Got niggas coming home from 20
Taking bout getting they corners back
Hit the bitch never call her back
She like where you been? and all of that
I don't fall off I fall back
And all I ever needed was A stronger pack
Nigga ballin like Jordan back
Talk this flex shit like I thought A class
Money flowing like A faucet
Precipitation in the forecast
I was broke the plug fixed it
I remember selling midgets
Use to call them shits Haiti kid
Like wrestle mania in 86
Niggas listen like this the scripture
Close they eyes and I'm painting pictures
Cut it out and stop hatin nigga
I was gettin paper you was saving bitches
Ridin in A muthafucn uber
Had the trap jumpin club crucial
30 pounds of the loud I'll bring it to ya
Niggas beefin keep A mutaf*ckan shooter
Ridin in A muthafucn uber
Had the trap jumpin club crucial
30 pounds of the loud I'll bring it to ya
Niggas beefin keep A mutaf*ckan shooter
Writer: Robert Hamilton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid