Pretty Penny lyrics

[Intro]
Skrt, Outwest sh*t, 290 sh*t, n*gga, you know how we rocking, n*gga
Straight gang sh*t
Get yo' guns up, get yo' funds up
You on that opp sh*t, get mopsticked
Boochie Gang, ay, ay

[Verse]
You playing with that merch, you f*ck around get robbed
My shooters stalk you out, they sleeping in your yard
Ch-check out my wrist, it cost a pretty penny
These b*tches I got plenty, I already f*cked too many
Baby, I'm a dope dealer, just let me know how many
I'm a young gorilla, monkey [?] up on my city
Chopper beat a n*gga up, they'll catch a uppercut
Baby eat a n*gga up, she catch a n*gga nut
She says she want a date, I wanna f*ck her face
First I look you up, then I find your place
The police pulled me over, and smelled the weed on her
Old school Chevy, big box motor
Lud Foe take your b*tch, he just my report
He say he don't f*ck with me and I don't even know him
Bailed out that van, Michael [?] bullets throwing
You might get fanned, hit yo' mans when we blow
I pull up on your block, my shorty grab the wheel
And I'mma show these motherf*ckers how to do it trill
We riding with them steels, rolling up 'em pills
I'm a sax filled chopper, heard this chopper from the mill
f*ck the cops, get put in a box
You f*ck with the opps, selling rocks
Pockets filled with knots, riding 'round with jocks
Squeezing triggers, only Lord knows, I did that a lot
f*cking thots, all these hoes going, can't tell me they not
Balmains filled with 50 G's, b*tch, this sh*t cost
Dripping sauce, I'm big Gucci boss, b*tch, I'm Rick Ross
Hit the club, turn it up, b*tch, we broke the knob off
Young n*gga, I got mob ties, I'm a mob boss
Vice Lords, GD's, BD's at the trap house
Bullets burn like some CD's, dont get wacked now
Fonem pull up where we squeeze, I'mma smash out
Hit the mall, buy everything, watch me cash out
Robbed the plug, finnessed the drugs, then I ran out
Hit the block, so [?] and guns, Issa pass out
I'mma KOD big sniffer hoes with they ass out
Poppin' pills sweating like a Feen, I might pass out
I can't wife a b*tch, I just sell the drinks, and I smash out
[?], fam, you laying on your chest with your back out
Taking risks, you gamble with your life, you gon' crap out
We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house, GANG
We rob you for your drugs, take it back to the trap house