It's a micro in a bag
Put a jump on it
West on your wrist and my neck is a hundred
Let a n**a blink if he flex i'mma call papi
Hit him in the back with the chop making car ricky
My nina ross profile
And she gonna love you long time
Roll bounce on my neck but i want more diamonds
I can f**k the streets up without a coast on
I came in the function park
Holding two letters this a d or a shirt
But my shoes better first off
I get money i'm a hammer if he reach
I'ma shoot him in his face like ben laden
Sticks in the car feeling strip a n**a poppa
He gon' do it
Went mail when i hit him with this chopper
I ain't finna play with no kid on he potty train
My young n**a jumped out the core
He forgot his brain
It's enough shells it'll fill up the coliseum
Chopsticks niggapop sticks your mama mia shit
My shooter got his peer out
We be at the club dog and h**s you niggas dream about
I'm up ten pills but i hop pockets
See i'm funny bocaine
Talking about nothing i can read his mind
N**a what we even doing here
Rob boys brains out of hanging off a souvenir
These h**s took a navy water on my neck
I just went scuba diving shit
And no you can't ever ride b**h
Ten chains on my neck hurt who am i b**h
Do what i say she did sign me
Sticks in the core i'm been lying this shit
And no you can't have a ride b**h
Ten chains on my neck hurt
Who am i b**h
Who am i b**h
Who am i
B**h who am i b**h
Ten chains on my neck hurt who am i b**h
She look at my pink and read the b**h start to cry
I threw ten thousand up
And then the strip to start to die
He can be the good guy rather be the bad guy
Only n**a up in quarter balenciaga top pinocchio
B**h my back grow when i lost her
I got thousand dollar lines n**a and i ain't locked
I'm just trynamoney get the top
You can keep the upper pot
I'm a big dope n**a you was just a small fraud
Never been a smart guy always been a tough guy
I was fine first class she was doing standby
I got two chains on but they cost by five
I'm in the seven seas beamer when a n**a drop by
Do what i say she did sign me sticks in the core
In line shit and no you can't have a ride b**h
Ten chains on my neck hurt
Who am i b**h
Who am i b**h
Who am i b**h
Who am i b**h ten chains on my neck hurt
Who am i b**h who am i
B**h
I tell a bad b**h i got a paddock on my letter right
The rollie wrist these niggas bugger than a b**h
I got a pop shit
I bought a bird can i think she want a roof
Chris straw money weigh your check like a toothpick
You ain't real got a pocket full of counterfeit
My bitches they nasty bottega
She classy her
She got her own bag she don't even ask me rent
What i say she did sign me
Sticks in the car i'm been lying shit
And no you can't ever ride b**h
Ten chains on my neck hurt who am i B**h
Who am i B**h
Who am i B**h
Who am i B**h
Ten chains on my neck hurt who am i b**h
