[Chorus]
Check a bag on these niggas they don’t like that
Ran off wit his work told em I be right back
That lil nigga boomin ty got the right pack
You get hit wit shells pussy you can’t left and right that
Roll a woody den I put that bitch on FaceTime
Ferrago on me hold the blicy on my waist line
Inna field young nigga onna front line
We gone pop a pill do a drill fa da one time
[Verse]
Is you down to kill
You gone tote steal
Blow that bitch for real ?
You gone put in work
Make dem niggas hurt
Have Em doin’ shirts ?
Two hands case it jerk
Leave Em dirt ?
Hit the block and skirt
Fuck ha till she squirt
She gone top me first
Put that girl to work
Run up on me it's a rip
Fuck boy gone die one day
Reach dis way we go gunplay
And it ain’t safe onna Sunday
Need me a Beyonce
Got a milf bitch call ha kimk
Trappin way before 10th grade
School wasn’t payin fa dem MJs
Now all my bitches saddity
Blue hunnits so pretty
I bought em to fuck up da city
Niggas know I keep a glIzzy
So do not fuck wit me
I came with a clip that hold 50
I heard the feds tryna get me
I’m sitchy dey silly
I might take a trip out to Philly
Do not bring fuckery near me
I don’t fuck wit niggas
You know that lil ty ain't friendly
I put the wood in a raw
I put the wood in her raw
I put the dick in ha jaw
Do the dash I see the law
Lil bitch i cannot get caught
Teller gone empty the vault
Police Gone need them some chalk
Yo bitch in love with a boss
She gone get lost in the sauce
Cannot get lost wit a Boss
Cop it no matter the cost
Boss up lil hoe I ain't goin no mo
It was nights in the trenches I slept onna floor
They don’t even kno what I’m going though
I don’t post what I’m on
But I’m strapped wit the chrome
300 shells in a sock at my home
Yea you kissing dat bitch n she just gave me dome
They like TY TYPE OF TIME IS YOU ON
I invest in a bail n I get that bitch gone
[2x]
Make some shit shake
Make yo bitch skate
Nut on ha face
Have a nice day
I’m on my way
Gotta get paid
Time is money
It gotta get made
[Chorus]
Check a bag on these niggas they don’t like that
Ran off wit his work told em I be right back
That lil nigga boomin ty got the right pack
You get hit with shells pussy you can’t left and right that
Roll a woody den I put that bitch on FaceTime
Ferrago on me hold the blicy on my waist line
Inna field young nigga onna front line
We gone pop a pill do a drill fa da one time