Good looking one good one

I'm pissed off thinking about dropping out

Fool me and dub dropped the opp in the pot

Oh me and chop

Arguing about to chop

Hmm but i know you meant to say bop

But it's all up

I got my brothers in the wipingtouch my blood

We make sure you see your own blood

We been getting money all month we ain't bone thug

We been getting money all year this the second month

I'm with my gang huh

And we'll tear this b**h up

Money ain't a thing

Huh we'll get to cutting up

Money ain't a thing

Where you get to cutting up

Back to fool go hit it go

Fine cut up if it's boom

Ha bitches love when i put up with my brothers

I don't know what's going down we gonna f**k them

I see a op ill two side and shoot that b**h

Running plays on court

I'm gonna bust them h**s

No i got heart i don't love them

You a good one

I just h**p and remove that b**h

He say he gon' kill for us to prove that shit

Shit soon as he breathe wrong you better slump them

N**a do that shit soon

That's the opps drop

I got the crimping and dancing on my school but shit

I get baby man the brick he gonna move that b**h

Don't trust that n**a withyour work

He on puki shit i heard he tone guns don't work

That's goofy shit

I heard that young n**a skiller and suits and shit

I heard school steel rocking timberland boots and shit

I heard casada bank red he blew that b**h

I heard trade buying don't bang but a bang

Yo b**h i heard cassada gon' help his gang get rich

I heard trade buying no tight no shit

Yeah going your shit

Heard right huh we gon' end up on the top

Take this turn right

Cause matt turn around gang got the turn pipe

Big squad apes in the trap having bird fights

All the things banging us while they burn pipe

All the strippers running us when we walk in

Take me to the boom boom room

Ain't no talking norun the drink

F**k a boss f**k some inn kick the h**s niggas all

Let the boss niggas in

Let them h**s on my walls pay the cost we gon' win

Turn my last b**h to the nasville

Brought me ten met my cuddle down the way in the legs

That's my key

Call me crimson out and took carey lost to the chin

Feel like i been nailed to the cross for my sins

In the deep end

Swimming like a dogoff in no fans

I ain't tryna say them jesus but they did tryna kill

Stacking money up when we get rich

Doing filthy retaliation to whoever hit

They guilty i don't give a f**k

Kid forgiveness and killing

Ain't no such thing as innocent

He in the middle of a young dog

Got banana clips he appealing

Some young dog

We drawn with that bobby and scribble something

Call me chris paul with the rocks i assist me some

Scuba taylor with the glock i picked me some

Call me air read to the upside pick up

I'm b**h bob pole got big dollar

She a flip on niggas

Why we chilling with the bitches don't flick no picture

B**h you chilling with them niggas

Better fix your feelings

B**h you tripping with them feelings

Better fix your dentist

B**h you tripping i'm in la but it ain't my business

I know how to flip a script but i ain't no gymnast

You ain't speaking facts out them lips

You ain't no realist

You ain't getting extras off the pot

You ain't no chemist

Why the f**k is you claiming that thought

She ain't on limits

Why the f**k is you up in that road

That ain't no chicken

Why the f**k is you hitting that road then

It's not your joints

You're posted

Look out for your bros you don't get cool points

You're supposed to look out for your bros

You don't get boo points n**a we had to hit the road

We had no choice

Boom huh hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo