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[Big Homiie G]
Drop the lo for that pint I'm pull up, don't try me
(Damn, Spenn) I promise I'm shook up I might
Blow this bitch as soon as you look up
(Phil G, This Mug Hard) Yea, too hard
Who got it, who got it, who got it
Who got, who got it, who got it
Who got it, who got it, who got it
[Big Homiie G]
I'm in city I'm looking for wok, Drop
The lo for that pint watch I pull up
Aye don't try me I promise I'm shook
Up I might blow this bitch as soon as
Drop the lo for that pint I'm pull up, don't try me
(Damn, Spenn) I promise I'm shook up I might
Blow this bitch as soon as you look up
(Phil G, This Mug Hard) Yea, too hard
Who got it, who got it, who got it
Who got, who got it, who got it
Who got it, who got it, who got it
[Big Homiie G]
I'm in city I'm looking for wok, Drop
The lo for that pint watch I pull up
Aye don't try me I promise I'm shook
Up I might blow this bitch as soon as
You look up I been dealing with
Personal problems Rap slow I might
Turn to the robber, he got 200 bows
Ain't shit but some lows we stretching
His ass tomorrow, I got deep in my
Feelings block all my bitches these hoes
Be acting retard, at the back of my shows
I'm strapped with poles, you know ain't no
Searching the artist, you know I can't go
Out like buddy you know I'ma shoot at my
Target, while the diamonds on me like a
Faucets ice ice baby come from Wafi
You know i just left prohibition A hunnid
Some niggas and all of them crippin
That why i popped out of my city
Ain't ask for nobody permission
Just me some kitchens and some
Switches' couple of drac's alot
Personal problems Rap slow I might
Turn to the robber, he got 200 bows
Ain't shit but some lows we stretching
His ass tomorrow, I got deep in my
Feelings block all my bitches these hoes
Be acting retard, at the back of my shows
I'm strapped with poles, you know ain't no
Searching the artist, you know I can't go
Out like buddy you know I'ma shoot at my
Target, while the diamonds on me like a
Faucets ice ice baby come from Wafi
You know i just left prohibition A hunnid
Some niggas and all of them crippin
That why i popped out of my city
Ain't ask for nobody permission
Just me some kitchens and some
Switches' couple of drac's alot
Ammunition ready to crash on
Opposition everybody gangster
Till a nigga die trying to get some
Fame off my brother yeen kill him
Nigga you a lie heard they bump
Down on buddy he ain't want smoke
Made his ahh cry bump down on buddy
He ain't want smoke made his ahh cry
All I know I want to buy a pint where the
Drank mane meet his ass now
[Big Homiie G]
Who got it, who got it, who got it
Who got, who got it, who got it
Who got it, who got it, who got it
[Finesse2Tymes]
Why.. why they making me the topic
Opposition everybody gangster
Till a nigga die trying to get some
Fame off my brother yeen kill him
Nigga you a lie heard they bump
Down on buddy he ain't want smoke
Made his ahh cry bump down on buddy
He ain't want smoke made his ahh cry
All I know I want to buy a pint where the
Drank mane meet his ass now
[Big Homiie G]
Who got it, who got it, who got it
Who got, who got it, who got it
Who got it, who got it, who got it
[Finesse2Tymes]
Why.. why they making me the topic
In blogs they playing the haters the cops
I won't affection to my baby momma's
So they go around promoting opp's
Fall back with that shit mad at me cause
I'm back in this bitch fuck I look like beefin
With a nigga waiting on they taxes to hit
Two mac 11's ion want no beretta's jump out
The lac with a gucci umbrella I'm independent
We deep in this level they want me to flop but
I'm back and I'm better bulletproof tesla
Bulletproof burban Tennessee jersey
Your bitch want to serve me and if you so
Gangster why you acting nervous vvs cubans
I'm trending they talking I'm hotter than juve
50k on a tuesday these percocets got a nigga
Woozy that za in a jar she blacker than tar and
Her pussy bizarre I want 10k to fuck and I come
From selling pussy on Lamar
I won't affection to my baby momma's
So they go around promoting opp's
Fall back with that shit mad at me cause
I'm back in this bitch fuck I look like beefin
With a nigga waiting on they taxes to hit
Two mac 11's ion want no beretta's jump out
The lac with a gucci umbrella I'm independent
We deep in this level they want me to flop but
I'm back and I'm better bulletproof tesla
Bulletproof burban Tennessee jersey
Your bitch want to serve me and if you so
Gangster why you acting nervous vvs cubans
I'm trending they talking I'm hotter than juve
50k on a tuesday these percocets got a nigga
Woozy that za in a jar she blacker than tar and
Her pussy bizarre I want 10k to fuck and I come
From selling pussy on Lamar
[Big Homiie G]
Who got it, who got it, who got it
Who got, who got it, who got it
Who got it, who got it, who got it
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