191 lyrics

[Intro]
(This is a certified hood classic)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I might just pull up in a coupe
And my gang got a choppa like the troops
Cookin in the kitchen like it soup
Got a beam on my choppa like a Ruger
Bad b*tch givin' me mouth
150 grand in my pouch
Beam on a choppa like a Gauss
And we do it like they do it in the south
b*tch I might just pull up in a coupe
And my gang got a choppa like the troops
Cookin in the kitchen like it soup
Got a beam on my choppa like a Ruger
Bad b*tch givin' me mouth
150 grand in my pouch
Beam on a choppa like a Gauss
And we do it like they do it in the south

[Verse 1]
I got money, I got cash and the guap
And I be drinking prometh till I'm 'bout to throw up
191, yeah, that’s where I grew up
Big ass rockets on me like I blow up
b*tch, I got a mini-me
b*tches they want in with me
I ain't pullin' out 'cause she thought I had vasectomy
b*tch, das lie like ion do dat
b*tches all hoes and they all want clout
Check out this ice, these real VVS’s
Clarity diamonds whip out the tester
Got a new ride, my whip is a Tesla
Make you an ornament like I'm Chuck Testa
Selling cocaine and my customers' minors
I beat the case cuz the cops couldn’t find us
Make you lean back like a recliner
b*tch watch you girl, 'cause I be behind her
I ain’t got kids but she call me daddy
I went to school of a perc' and an Addy
If 12 pull up I'm missing like Maddy
And she be grabbing my balls like a caddy
I got like six hoes on my di*k
I was like six when I hit my first lick
I got Corona, 'cause I be so sick
Man ion play hockey but I keep a stick