Smoking on strong, money long, we don't with my niggas, but my bitch Polynesian Met bad little broad, she was curvy out in the middle of the day I started early Balling in the of the trap, we ain't worried Middle finger up to the and I'm smirking Bring your squad 'cause you know my with me Drop the top on the car, let the breathe Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds Michael Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Commas, commas, commas, commas, cashing We fight time and time and time and and time and time
I told my plug "You know what I you when I get on Yeah, uh Two bricks, a beam and a phone So I can make a storm like I do"
Banging with my friends, that's Soo-woo Calico spit a Uzi do You'll be so hard to when you're Hit up your arms to your corns and still bleeding All my niggas children of the corn like King, I met this she was curvy Bitch twerking when them whips start urr-ing Getting money 'Got Money' And if you real you could for me I still need my Is Hot money I ain't with these pussies like they got something with the work, I got the block jumping
I told my "You know what I need you when I get on Two bricks, a triple and a phone So I can make a storm like do"
Bad bitch on my arm my new lil boo be so warm and it's Juicy Fruit Trampoline on this dick, I got her twat Trampoline the work, I got the block jumping Vaseline on a brick in case the cops Trafficking the work in her bra for me Wearing lingerie and heels the house for me lingerie and heels 'round the house for me All these bitches try'na chill thaw out for me Trampoline the work, I got the block jumping Got the
We that dirty We sipping dirty We sipping dirty We sipping that dirty, you This Gat pointed at nose, nigga That vest can't save soul, no We sipping that dirty, We doing them Haven't heard from you You left the kids by self haven't even heard from you We put wig on a shelf We unstable, We unstable, Your be afraid of us haven't even heard from you, now they gotta search for you We unstable, It ain't looking too good for you, too for you ungrateful, yeah That's why I label, yeah I gotta live for myself, I give to myself, yeah Look at all the shit I you, yeah Look what I did for I never hid from I got no ceilings, yeah I got no feelings for them niggas, no I want no dealings with them niggas, no