[Hook]
AK-47 and all blunts
I had a fifth of hard liquor, s'all drunk
Bi-bi-b*tch, I'm on one, I'm on one
Bi-bi-b*tch, I'm on one, I'm on one
[Verse 1]
b*tch, I'm gon', can't feel my body
Rollin' blunts, up in a party
Handle my biz, feelin' naughty
Bring me bad b*tches, sippin' Bacardi
Hardly got one, feelin' on me
Better have 'em all, feelin' on me
Better have b*tches, lickin' on me
Better have b*tches, flippin' on me
Gimme that body, gimme that bat
Gimme that girl, gimme that cat
n*gga, I'm ill, n*gga, we rap
n*gga, we kill, n*gga, that's a fact
Look at 'em hate, lookin' all bad
n*gga, I'm blazin', sippin' on yak
I ain't gotta chase 'em, they love the swag
Love my raps, they love my cash
AK-47, couple bottles of liquor
I'm tryna fight, n*gga better have a reverend withcha
I got your b*tch on my di*k, tryna give me brain
I keep shawty locked down, no Gucci Mane
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[Verse 2]
I be gettin' that twisted, I be gettin' that lifted
I be gettin' that money, I be gettin' these b*tches
These n*ggas think funny, they be lookin' suspicious
You ain't gettin' money, then you ain't gettin' women
You might f*ck fours and you might f*ck fives
I toss away ones and I f*ck these dimes
I don't throw away ones just to f*ck these dimes
I show 'em a lil' fun and they fantasize
Now she wanna my baby, now she wanna ride
I think she crazy, I'm sayin' goodbye
Gettin' these hoes is a (?)
So I need your b*tch to f*ckin' survive
I love my money and gettin' high
I'm thinkin' about runnin' an enterprise
I heard that you want me, I feel obliged
I'm f*ckin' that pus*y for one night
Then I'm out, then I bounce
Lookin' like a clown for smokin' that brown
It's like freeze tag, I'm tappin' out
Throw it in the bag, party (?)
I show you what this Chop sh*t really about
What this song be really about
Money over most things, never lose count
I swing these fists, you run your mouth, n*gga
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