Hold on, my wife not mine
Got diamonds on and that'll blind ya
Pussy nigga, I been grindin',
I been shinin'
I done fucked my bag up (huh), and
I ain't scared to tell nobody
I'm gon' have another sixty Ms in my
pocket 'fore next year end
Play with Top, way quick, they pop your
top, know they get killed, man
Got her out her top, your bitch a
bop, gone off that santan
Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin',
where my money, man?
Know the FBI been tryna stop me,
I need VPN
Bitch better quit that poppin' 'fore you fuck around,
get your mans spinned
Know my youngin poppin', bitch, I
cut up like a madman
Outside, bitch, we poppin', bitch, we pop pin',
spin that Yeat again
Hit your block with switches,
then we repeat like a ceiling fan
We fill up at Conoco, walk 'round with that Calico,
we got all type of poles
'Fore I blast you, strike a pose,
bitch, watch your soul go
Strike him with this bitch, that
cutter flashin' like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy,
bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke
Bitch, float your boat,
you better not choke, boy, you a ho
Bitch, we gon' beat the last side, we're still together,
that's how that go
R.I.P. Dump,
now I done seen this once before
Yeah, ain't no problem, I say
Hit the bitch in his face like back to back
They won't realize him and that's facts
We turn your son into a
pack, we blew his noggin
Bitch, this gravedigger mode,
I can't wait for Stunna Island
I'm recordin' right now, do a song,
and bitch, it's perfect stimulizin'
They won't put that pistol on me,
they use papers to decline me
Bitch, I'm thuggin', I'll send them
slimes to fuck up your whole cli mate
She was fucked up, buy her a sugar
bag and I won't tell nobody
He was fucked up 'bout that sugar
bag, couldn't pay his hit deposit
Play with me, but Meechy got me
bad, so I gotta call up Brasi
He still fucked up, he wan' talk 'bout
ads and how he beat up pockets
After all I see, I got this, my watch
glisten, they gon' watch this
I been thinkin' I might need to go put
caskets on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels,
and my G- Wag' got that B in it
Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch,
you get beat it
Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife
need to hit Spain for a weekend
Bitch, find a plug around, don't
come back home until we deep in
I ain't nowhere good, you're
gone
I need you back, don't do no creepin'
These niggas holdin' me down,
I need to find me another rich friend
Shit, I need to sell some hitmans
Get contracts changed to con trast
No, you couldn't stand up to that four- five, you died,
you stupid dumbass
On my side, you get no pass
Tote big fires with green flags
We hop out, better run fast
Nigga, yeah
My brother Big E He