They kept talkin' and spinning but they cut this out
But I ain't trippin', bitch, you know I keep this pad beside me
And every time we catch a ho, you know we do him grimy
No, I ain't duckin' shit, I be through the city, come and find me
Most of these niggas hold that wide-wiped nose
He talkin' more than five bends, then it's on the flow
If the nigga movin' with, I pop him, then I go
These niggas capped, they ain't never took a helmet, so
When I pop a perc, my bitch keep tellin' me to come quick
They thought I was done after five, I sent the whole clip
Told myself this way too many times, they ain't know I'm shit
Sent another bitch to set me up, I bet she died quick
Bitch, we got them poles in public, I hope we see her up
Niggas get exposed for frontin', boy, you ain't on the block
Playin' with this shithead, your stupid ass in a box
Young and wild, we gon' keep spinnin', ain't worry about the cops
Birdie get her mask, then she kinda stinkin
Racin' the digital dash in a brand-new Jeep
I ain't even gotta ask, I know she a freak
I got curry in the mag, it's just me and D-Money
Chop her with the drum, this bitch soundin' like percussion
I'ma pop him, ain't no scuffin
Catch him at the gas station, gas him while he pumpin
Put a stoke in and air-stuff my wood with some thumpin
And keep your cars on, look, baby, we ain't f*ckin
I be callin' blitz, put your pads on, we rushin
Pockets on a big bitch, I got stuff in
And I'm the favorite, I f*ck these niggas, ain't know nothin
Double trouble too, we gon' stop this bitch and walk down
No shootin' out the roof
If it's me and QJ, then that's two Lock 22s
Or he probably got that papi, nigga, you can pick and choose
I'ma pop him, ain't no scuffin
Catch him at the gas station, gas him while he pumpin
Put a stoke in and air-stuff my wood with some thumpin
And keep your cars on, look, baby, we ain't f*ckin
I be callin' blitz, put your pads on, we rushin
Pockets on a big bitch, I got stuff in
And I'm the favorite, I f*ck these niggas, ain't know nothin
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They kept talkin' and spinning but they cut this out
But I ain't trippin', bitch, you know I keep this pad beside me
And every time we catch a ho, you know we do him grimy
No, I ain't duckin' shit, I be through the city, come and find me
Most of these niggas hold that wide-wiped nose
He talkin' more than five bends, then it's on the flow
If the nigga movin' with, I pop him, then I go
These niggas capped, they ain't never took a helmet, so
When I pop a perc, my bitch keep tellin' me to come quick
They thought I was done after five, I sent the whole clip
Told myself this way too many times, they ain't know I'm shit
Sent another bitch to set me up, I bet she died quick
Bitch, we got them poles in public, I hope we see her up
Niggas get exposed for frontin', boy, you ain't on the block
Playin' with this shithead, your stupid ass in a box
Young and wild, we gon' keep spinnin', ain't worry about the cops
Birdie get her mask, then she kinda stinkin
Racin' the digital dash in a brand-new Jeep
I ain't even gotta ask, I know she a freak
I got curry in the mag, it's just me and D-Money
Chop her with the drum, this bitch soundin' like percussion
I'ma pop him, ain't no scuffin
Catch him at the gas station, gas him while he pumpin
Put a stoke in and air-stuff my wood with some thumpin
And keep your cars on, look, baby, we ain't f*ckin
I be callin' blitz, put your pads on, we rushin
Pockets on a big bitch, I got stuff in
And I'm the favorite, I f*ck these niggas, ain't know nothin
Double trouble too, we gon' stop this bitch and walk down
No shootin' out the roof
If it's me and QJ, then that's two Lock 22s
Or he probably got that papi, nigga, you can pick and choose
I'ma pop him, ain't no scuffin
Catch him at the gas station, gas him while he pumpin
Put a stoke in and air-stuff my wood with some thumpin
And keep your cars on, look, baby, we ain't f*ckin
I be callin' blitz, put your pads on, we rushin
Pockets on a big bitch, I got stuff in
And I'm the favorite, I f*ck these niggas, ain't know nothin
But I ain't trippin', bitch, you know I keep this pad beside me
And every time we catch a ho, you know we do him grimy
No, I ain't duckin' shit, I be through the city, come and find me
Most of these niggas hold that wide-wiped nose
He talkin' more than five bends, then it's on the flow
If the nigga movin' with, I pop him, then I go
These niggas capped, they ain't never took a helmet, so
When I pop a perc, my bitch keep tellin' me to come quick
They thought I was done after five, I sent the whole clip
Told myself this way too many times, they ain't know I'm shit
Sent another bitch to set me up, I bet she died quick
Bitch, we got them poles in public, I hope we see her up
Niggas get exposed for frontin', boy, you ain't on the block
Playin' with this shithead, your stupid ass in a box
Young and wild, we gon' keep spinnin', ain't worry about the cops
Birdie get her mask, then she kinda stinkin
Racin' the digital dash in a brand-new Jeep
I ain't even gotta ask, I know she a freak
I got curry in the mag, it's just me and D-Money
Chop her with the drum, this bitch soundin' like percussion
I'ma pop him, ain't no scuffin
Catch him at the gas station, gas him while he pumpin
Put a stoke in and air-stuff my wood with some thumpin
And keep your cars on, look, baby, we ain't f*ckin
I be callin' blitz, put your pads on, we rushin
Pockets on a big bitch, I got stuff in
And I'm the favorite, I f*ck these niggas, ain't know nothin
Double trouble too, we gon' stop this bitch and walk down
No shootin' out the roof
If it's me and QJ, then that's two Lock 22s
Or he probably got that papi, nigga, you can pick and choose
I'ma pop him, ain't no scuffin
Catch him at the gas station, gas him while he pumpin
Put a stoke in and air-stuff my wood with some thumpin
And keep your cars on, look, baby, we ain't f*ckin
I be callin' blitz, put your pads on, we rushin
Pockets on a big bitch, I got stuff in
And I'm the favorite, I f*ck these niggas, ain't know nothin
Writer: Deon Johnson, Quan Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid