That's her, bro.
Can I bitch and brought some backpacks to my old block?
Little pussy always telling you a whole cop
When they come in and I got my bitch paw, bitch paw And I do but it look black with all the windows, tenders
Teach me to play for keys, that's why the whole team winnin' My hood to your hood, then on the road to these millions Hit the road in front of me, tryna link up with real niggas They're a solid killer, they're tryna get it out of here
Fuckin' on a lil' bitch for a lil' minute, she know I'ma rule Nigga, me speakin', I got shippin' on that Compton, I ain't winnin' I spin your block about, look on it, he told me Gotta get inside my bag, gotta get that cash, I gotta stack it fast I'm water with that dope on doodle glove, you come through, I really touch Made five, break, turn to ten, that lil' nigga no magic Fuckin' on a Hollywood bitch, but a nigga love that ratchet And I said, baby, I ain't gonna test, don't leave without that ratchet And that baked black cause a dud with a cat in the match, lots of traffic
Shipping ain't worth it.
Got real killers out of Mercury with some old killers on the dog food.
Free Roller.
Picket E's in my wristwatch.
Picket E's in my wristwatch.
I gotta keep the thing calm.
And I mission brought some backpacks to my old block Little pussy always telling you a whole car
Pussy.
Then they come and then I got my bitch part, bitch.
Then I do, but it look black with all the windows, windows.
Teach me play for keeps, that's why the whole team winnin' My hood to your hood, then on the road to the millions
We washing cash like a laundry.
Private tax might go your bag, hoe,
C-T-S-B on my lash, dad say Fees up high, it look like glass, dance with these pointers
Throw the bands up and on it.
You play with me and my mans, then your fam gon' get punished.
Look at my look, put up a lamp, still say yeah, I'm still your buddy.
Man calls on me like I scared, I know that well, I got money.
It's real, I got it flooded.
We see y'all gon' wanna man, yeah, y'all hold on me.
You remember I had that color, shit, fortune, not the bonus.
We came up from nothing.
Louie worked for Fortune.
One-on-one, she customized.
Y'all gone went and done it.
Piquetis in my wristwatch.
Piquetis in my wristwatch.
I gotta keep the thing cocked.
I got mission, brought some backpacks to my old block Little pussy always telling you a whole cop
When they come in and I got my bitch pop, bitch pop When I do, but it look black without a window, ten doors
Teach me play for keys, that's why the whole team winnin' My hood to your hood, then on the road to these millions
