f*ckin that thot I pull up bodies drop I been gettin a lot so get off of my plot I been smokin on gas where tf is the pack I been flipin it back so you cannot just lack b*tch I live live dark I might trap out the park pull on on this b*tch cuz I heard he narc
b*tch I'm flipin the pack and I’m gettin a rack so do t hit up my snap if you ain't about that
You hatin cuz I do it better
Tell that b*tch money's my pleasure
Hit her and know that I wrecker
Know that b*tch look like a heffer
Don’t come to close I got shooters
That ridin around w them ruggers
Keep slashing this sh*t Freddy Kruger
I'm up and you just a lil loser
I been smokin boof that's how I do
Pull up flexin b*tch I thought you knew
I been countin 100s till my fingers blue
And my diamonds they be sick just like the f*ckin flu
Pull up flexin in a motha f*ckin bently coop
Get a band and flip that sh*t right into 2
I just sold your kid some motha f*ckin boof
And you know I ripped him off cuz he just a lil goof
(Get off of my plot)
(You know I be gettin a lot, so get the f*ck off of my plot )
I know that I'm doin it better
Cuz your pack it be light like a feather
I'm changing my mood like the weather I'm pulling up shootin till he in the stretcher
Don't give a f*ck what u ask I pull up w the shooters and bet they gon clap
b*tch I be smokin on gas cuz you hittin the the blunt and you right on your ass