Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Bitch, I'm a grade -A rider
with good penmanship
Try to fight a whole day of pain,
but couldn't finish it
I'm only fuckin' girly
cause she got good benefits
Okay, let me jump in that pussy
from the top row
D
Girlie said her nigga get money,
I get a lot more
Em
D
It's in the location of the opps, call it
Em
Blanked out and beat my bitch ass,
cut the pop, gone
Em
that was some expensive -ass act ivists
I was gon' punch her lights out,
Am
but I whacked the bitch
Em
Fuck a Glock, I used the F -head
with the plastic tips
Fuck a bitch and her best friends
on my rapper shit
D#
Em
Charvelato in the backwoods
mixed with Georgia Pied
D#
Em
Paul A. Liza,
wildcard in the Ford Sprint
Broke -ass nigga,
probably can't even afford a pint
Man, the bitch had lied to her face,
bet I scored a night
Yeah, up for the boarder flight
Money cracked the seal on the act,
let's have a gorgeous night
Pop it through the drive -thru
here in my older way
Told her I'd fill my shit up,
he ignored the ice
He a stupid nigga, bro,
wanna stop, sell it dope,
but he too consistent
Pick you off from two blocks away,
I shoot with precision
I coulda used that Brendon 308,
but I used a pistol
Ballin' on these niggas
with three seconds on the shot clock
Drop 127 on him, got the Glock high
Em
I heard you burnt some niggas
with the hotbox
BMG and T .O .S .R .T. into a drop top
Breeze said, Mike, turn up,
this shit on the floor
Ran up a hundred, fuck that,
we need a hundred more
Straight drop,
you gotta wear a mask
when you cut the dope
No cap, you gotta be prepared
when you touch the road
Okay, now let me touch your soul
I remember hitting 75 with
a bunch of bulls
Now I rap about my lifestyle
for a bunch of doughs
I think it's time to heat this bitch up,
cut the oven on
Smokin' on London power,
can't got my lungs collapsed
Am
The car came with a defect,
Em
you gotta punch it backwards
Used to sell dope, now look,
my yo son a rapper
My nephews went to church
off them E's
and jumped the past
Nigga, I'm a shit -talker,
you a mumble rapper
Am
Em
If a bad guy intercepted,
Am
that's a fumble package
Em
D#
Pop dog and every nigga with him,
Em
that's a bundle package
Right now, I'm rockin'
three designer,
havin' fun with fashion
Watch when I drop this new shit,
it's gon' rock the meter
Fuckin' on the floor in yellow,
bitch, she Polynesian
Am
Bitch, grown, grown, yeah,
Em
I like my hoes kinda seasoned
Bitch wanna put me out so bad,
but can't find a reason
I'm a loyal -ass nigga,
but I'm kinda sneaky
Am
Em
On the road with a key,
she tryna find a key key
Her head game excellent,
but she kinda geeky
I love the fact her ass fatty,
she can ride a weewee
I had to cut the hoe off,
she was too toxic
I don't take my money to the bank,
so I shoebox it
Am
Em
Rap ain't the only way I'm eatin',
I got a few options
7 ,000 tied up in keeks,
I got a shoe problem
Beat a n***a ass
and stump him out in some Christian lube
Fuck it, take a risk,
hit the road with a brick of food
Am
My bitch said she want a girlfriend,
Em
let me pick and choose
Make both of them hoes suck my dick
while I'm sippin' juice
Perk 30 got me activated, finna nod off
I know the fans waitin' on the tape,
Am
I took some time off
Em
Got a lot of shit on the way,
I'ma surprise y 'all
Woke up today, my first play,
I made a five ball
You
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