This is a certified hood classic

We Love U pj

Ummm what the fuck is this beat

Hop on the beat and go crazy

Ya bitch for the gang tryna have my baby

Hell nah I ain’t having no baby

That bitch must be fucking crazy

That bitch she outta her mind

If it ain’t bout money u waiting my time

Calling my phone decline

Come get ya bitch she blowing my line

5562 make a mama cry

I be getting to these bands I be fucking up the trap

If a Nigga want smoke we gon take em of the map

And ya manz he in my wood he’ll yeah this that thrax

And I’m thugging wit the gang bitch you know where we at

Got a big ass Glock push a nigga shit back

Nigga stop calling my phonе asking for ur bitch back

Big bands in my pocket yea I got big racks

Only smoke big woods dеad niggas where is at

Hell nah I ain’t smoking no Dutch

It’s only dead niggas in my motherfucking blunt

If a Nigga want smoke turn his bitch ass Runtz

Put ya manz in my wood hell nah not no Dutch

And I’m drinking on lean like it’s fucking fruit punch

Hell nah Ion fight this Glock got a punch

Ya bitch she a treesh im all in her guts

LongLive Douch for u I fuck shit up

They speak on ya name turn they ass right to dust

This Glock got a Dick this bitch gonna bust

Damn, I just fucking rocked this shit

Hold on hold on hold on

Man What the fuck u thing I’m boutta do

I ain’t done

Hold on bitch bring the beat back

A nigga want smoke hit his ass with the mac

No Sofaygo take em off the map

Ya bitch for the gang im beating down her back

Run down on him , up that strap

He a bitch , that boy is a rat

(SnitchK)