Young Chochi be that hot nigga
Even my sister with the shit, I seen her sock niggas
D. Cole feen suck it up like popsicles
Young gunners pull a busting off of bicycles
Should’ve seen turn your block into a ghost town
They all gone, all you talking to is ghosts now
No losses, nigga, all we know is victories
Need a pound, I had him meet me right on century
He said, ‘How much you got?’
I told him, ‘Barry bonds’
Loud in this booming shit it’s cherry bombed
Do my stuff, take a flight, I’m on American
First class, three ounces in a carryon
Bitch, I’ve been the nigga since the 5th grade
When I ran up on Big Jason with the switch blade
He scared to death, Ro-Ro, you can smell his shit stains
Not ’cause I’m hard, I had to prove his ass was bitch, man
I’m hungry, I wonder what your bitch made
Key word, we ain’t bothered by the shift change
Driving in the public, all that NY thuggin’
My guys, Jeezy and Young make up for something foreign
Hop up in the ‘Raris then we smash out
Just see your bitch behind, he got her passed out
Five figure discount before I take a handout
Park the ‘Raris, we about to pull the Lams out
Free Miller, though, young cracking my nigga hotta
Release ain’t coming soon, I pray you see it sooner
Young neck roll in them Js, my nigga, lucky sleep
My new bitch pussy cheap, I fuck her twice a week
No, we don’t do Felice, my meals is takeout
Stash rules, put my winning in what you take out
We out here clocking Feragamos with the lace out
Bitches watching like the police on a stakeout
Yo nigga, you’s a mark like Sanchez
Cali king, I ain’t talking about no mattress
And your bitch a hoe, I treat her like a sneaker show
Had her on the kid, coming like a week ago
And chew me on some hot nigga
Like I talk to Chancey when I shot niggas
Like you seen him twirl then you drop, nigga
And we keep them 9 millies on my block, nigga
And bout to keep it on him, he don’t drop niggas
And he be walling, he some hot nigga
Tune’s known to get busy with the Glocks, nigga
Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga
Running through these checks till I pass out
And shorty give me neck till I pass out
I swear to God, all I do is cash out
And if you ain’t a hoe, get up out my trap house
I been selling crack since like the 5th grade
Really never made no difference what the shit made
Ja-ja told me trip them packs and how to maintain
Get that money back and spend it on the same thing
Shorty like the way that I ball out
I be getting money, time to fall out
You throw that cash till that gold was all out
Shorty love the way that I floss out
Free Greasy, though, let all of my dogs out
Momma said no pussy cats inside my dog house
That’s what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
Free Fey, don’t know, let all of my dogs out
We gonna pull up in that hooty, like we cops on ’em
With them 16’s we gonna put some shots on ’em
I send the lil’ die, I send the drop on ’em
She gonna call me up and I’m gonna send the hots on ’em
Grinding savage, that’s what we are
Grimey shooters dressed in G stars
GS nana goes so hard but GS for my gun squad
And bitch, if there’s a problem we gonna come abroad
Shots popping out the AR
I’m with Trigga, I’m with Rosha, I’m with A Roll
Broad daylight and we gonna let them things ball
Tell that nigga free Nishio, some weight, free Breezyo
And tell my niggas ‘Shmerda teaming, yo
About a week ago, week ago
Fuck with us and then we tweeting, hoe
Run up on that nigga, get to squeezing, hoe
Everybody catching bullet holes, niggas got me on my bully, yo
I’mma run up, put that gun on ’em
I’mma run up, go ‘thrum on ’em
Niggas got me on that young shit
Got me on that go dumb shit
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