[Intro]
Swear to God, lookin’ for shit I can rhyme with
It’s in yo blood now, to be honest
I’m with my blood, you talkin’ down, my nigga slide and bomb it
Know how we come, nigga slide, he run
We find the stash and rob it
She hoppin’ on like rocket
G-lock, I ain’t had to cock it
One in the head, nigga, had to pop—
[Chorus]
Thot ho tryn’ give me face, I ain’t been impressed yet
I’m dying to break her back
Might slide, I might send shots back
We try this way, this way, whole lotta guns like stick play
Nigga, you son, I’m on sensei
Run up a one hun-dun, off a brick, wait, damn
Yo, the quick way
Gotta stay up on your grind, niggas taking off like they had a sick day
I been countin’ racks, moving like a fucking boss, care bout what a bitch say
Saks Fifth, not Ross, folk
What it cost? Imma get it anyway
Baby, you’s a fucking thot, keep holdin’ your thoughts
In love with yo’ mind-sets
Groupie ho, shе give me fine sеx
Swear to God, lookin’ for shit I can rhyme with
It’s in yo blood now, to be honest
I’m with my blood, you talkin’ down, my nigga slide and bomb it
[Verse]
Know how we come, nigga slide, he run
We find the stash and rob it
She hoppin’ on like rocket
G-lock, I ain’t had to cock it
One in the head, nigga, had to pop it
We know you not gon’ pop shit
We? My nigga, lol, please stop that, yuh
Window, nigga, you ain’t gon’ crack that
We gone nigga, you can’t top that
Vreh, vreh
Ayo, micro Drac fuck shit up
And if my shit spray, you better duck
D Rose, extended shit, double clutch
Nigga, you’s a ho, yo shit getting crushed
Tryna see ya go, [?]
5 racks, shit ain’t even serious to us
Drum mag, hold a 60 (Yeah)
Dumbass, niggas tryna get me (Yeah)
Dump mag, gotta get it quickly
So sad, my mans tried to trick me
Dumbass, got hit wit’ a .50
I got dumb racks sitting in a Tahoe
She got dumb ass, baby, [?]
We play wit’ mask, got booked by a 5-0
You a dumbass, got booked by 12
Booked by 12, then flew out to Cabo
Booked by 12, then flew out to Rio
I’m in Florida, eating Dorito
I’m in Florida, eating a…
I’m in Manhattan, with a poker
Shawty ain’t playin’, but she said to choke her
Nigga ain’t playin’, nigga, I ain’t no joker
Fuck is you saying? Nigga, yo shit over
[Chorus]
Thot ho tryn’ give me face, I ain’t been impressed yet
I’m dying to break her back
Might slide, I might send shots back
We try this way, this way, whole lotta guns like stick play
Nigga, you son, I’m on sensei
Run up a one hun-dun, off a brick, wait, damn
Yo, the quick way
Gotta stay up on your grind, niggas taking off like they had a sick day
I been countin’ racks, moving like a fucking boss, care bout what a bitch say
Saks Fifth, not Ross, folk
What it cost? Imma get it anyway
Baby, you’s a fucking thot, keep holdin’ your thoughts
In love with yo’ mind-sets
Groupie ho, she give me fine sex
Swear to God, lookin’ for shit I can rhyme with
It’s in yo blood now, to be honest
I’m with my blood, you talkin’ down, my nigga slide and bomb it