[Intro]
n*ggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh
Sc*m Gang!
I'll see y'all later, suuwoo!
[Verse 1]
Pop these n*ggas like a wheelie, n*gga, you a silly n*gga
In the hood with them billy n*ggas and them Hoover n*ggas
You run up and they shootin' n*ggas, we ain't hoopin', n*gga
Up that Uzi, n*gga
On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
She wanna f*ck, but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that's really all I use her for, I kick her out the door
I don't want her, you can keep the whore, she fiendin' for some more
In New York my n*ggas don't Milly Rock, my n*ggas money bop
Blow a case, a n*gga throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
n*ggas talkin' 'bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don't f*ck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my di*k in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don't love her, that's a sad ho, she a bad ho
I'ma f*ck her, then I dash home, to the cash ho
[Chorus]
I'm on some rob a n*gga sh*t, take a n*gga b*tch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that sh*t hit
Shout out... but I f*cked that n*gga b*tch
[Verse 2]
n*ggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli', all my n*ggas on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, on the regular
Spinnin' through ya block, like a pop shove-it, on the regular
Shoot at me I'm shootin' back, I'm gettin' buckets
I ain't wanna take his life, but n*gga, f*ck it
[Chorus]
I'm on some rob a n*gga sh*t, take a n*gga b*tch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that sh*t hit
Shout out Matt but I f*cked that n*gga b*tch
I'm on some rob a n*gga sh*t, take a n*gga b*tch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that sh*t hit
Shout out Matt but I f*cked that n*gga b*tch
[Outro]
Gang
Oh yeah....
Yea, yea, yea
Matt a b*tch n*gga ay