Pulled up, dummy brick, and a real one All these thuds, on me, lookin' like a pill
Shantel on the back, but Keisha got a few of em
And it's Pucci on the tab, real talk shit, she a thick one like it
Counted on your last, let me see you touch off, f*ck
Jack got a spot up the street, right round, go
F*ck with the cops, wait till the members shake back
Big Drake on me, and I'm off juicin' that kickback
He was stickin' with his dick, f*ck around, got his shit snatched
Make a ho, you my bitch, pussy, yeah, nigga, I'm like that
Try to take my bitch, real play, I'ma sit back
On the line for some hours, guaranteed, I'ma get that
Man burrow in the spot, spittin' words like a KitKat
Seven, eight pipes, you know I gotta switch up my jack
Three inches on my ring, and it spell out, smack
Dumbass nigga, can't count on no bout that
Stay out my way, niggas hatin', I despise that
My skin's pull up, what up, well, ain't you pirate
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Pulled up, dummy brick, and a real one All these thuds, on me, lookin' like a pill
Shantel on the back, but Keisha got a few of em
And it's Pucci on the tab, real talk shit, she a thick one like it
Counted on your last, let me see you touch off, f*ck
Jack got a spot up the street, right round, go
F*ck with the cops, wait till the members shake back
Big Drake on me, and I'm off juicin' that kickback
He was stickin' with his dick, f*ck around, got his shit snatched
Make a ho, you my bitch, pussy, yeah, nigga, I'm like that
Try to take my bitch, real play, I'ma sit back
On the line for some hours, guaranteed, I'ma get that
Man burrow in the spot, spittin' words like a KitKat
Seven, eight pipes, you know I gotta switch up my jack
Three inches on my ring, and it spell out, smack
Dumbass nigga, can't count on no bout that
Stay out my way, niggas hatin', I despise that
My skin's pull up, what up, well, ain't you pirate
Shantel on the back, but Keisha got a few of em
And it's Pucci on the tab, real talk shit, she a thick one like it
Counted on your last, let me see you touch off, f*ck
Jack got a spot up the street, right round, go
F*ck with the cops, wait till the members shake back
Big Drake on me, and I'm off juicin' that kickback
He was stickin' with his dick, f*ck around, got his shit snatched
Make a ho, you my bitch, pussy, yeah, nigga, I'm like that
Try to take my bitch, real play, I'ma sit back
On the line for some hours, guaranteed, I'ma get that
Man burrow in the spot, spittin' words like a KitKat
Seven, eight pipes, you know I gotta switch up my jack
Three inches on my ring, and it spell out, smack
Dumbass nigga, can't count on no bout that
Stay out my way, niggas hatin', I despise that
My skin's pull up, what up, well, ain't you pirate
Writer: ROLAND BROWN
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