Hey.

Hey.

You ain't never had the feds investigate you.

You ain't never had the bad ones want to date you.

You a bad bitch, daddy gotta spank you My nigga fresh out the pen, he might sink you Stendo

I don't write with no stock clips.

If you chillin' with the opps, you gettin' shot with.

Bad hoes love a nigga out in Stockton.

They let my shorty in the party with a Glock poppin'.

Yeah, bitch, I'm so poppin'.

I got pounds, I got keys, these you shoppin'.

I said lean, I know green, they know Watson.

I'ma fuck your life up cause I'm toxic.

Wanna fuck her, hit her, duck her.

Catch up, little nigga, wet mustard.

What up, bitch?

Easy fucking up to something.

Sad hoes lookin' light, what a bummer.

She wanna set my dick, cause I'm funner.

Niggas lame, all he wanna do is love her, bust her.

We be fucking undercovers.

But we ain't never fucked with a undercover.

Fizz watching.

Little nigga get a fizz listening.

I just popped part and now my hair spinning.

You ain't never test on money, you ain't bread winning.

I don't even wanna fuck, I'm just here getting paid.

Okay, it's money on the line.

Yeah, I'm sliding in spider when I'm thugging with my slime.

Too short, baby.

One combo at a time.

I'm the G-Lock, baby, but he running with the nine.

Don't touch me.

Squeezing.

People bleeding.

You got issues.

I got reasons.

Hunt it up front.

You could take it.

Leave it.

You say I'm lucky that bitch Van Cleef it.

He make money off the glitch in the trade lines.

He want to bang on me and throw gang signs.

Gangsta.

Rich bitch behavior.

You want to fuck on me?

Come be a savior.

Don't ask me about my chain.

I wouldn't do that.

My little daddy, he'd shoot you out your durag.

How he sorry when he wouldn't buy a new bag?

Got a richer nigga, I can make my boo mad.