[Intro]
Walk down shit
[Chorus]
My niggas they hop out, walk down shit
If you ain't gettin' money, can't talk lil' bitch
I'm on they block tryna pop some shit
Gon' take a nigga down for the bust down kit
Tryna get hella racks get a bust down wrist
Get with hit the fifth thinkin' I do fists
And we spinnin' they block, we never gon' stop'
'Cause niggas they know what it is
Yeah, I'ma ride for the cause
That nigga he paused, he froze and got hit in his shit
Yeah, I be whippin' the pot, I'm makin' it lock
Just look at the flick of the wrist
Nah, I ain't trustin' no thot, they givin' the drop
I might have to blow off her wig
Big G-lock, I ain't perkin' the Sig
And they want me dead 'cause thеy know what I did
[Verse]
Bitches they treeshin' and they bе leechin'
No I don't need 'em, fuck it delete it
When it get rough they gon' change like the season
Talkin' 'bout love, I don't know what she meanin'
Head game shit, man, I think that she teethin'
Shoutout my cro's, hell nah, we ain't bleedin'
DOA, white chalk all on the cement
Medics they rushin', nah, he ain't breathin'
Hell nah, he ain't breathin'
His mama ain't knowing the reason
Yeah, when she look in my eyes she got a surprise
She sayin' she seein' a demon
Boy you get sent to the sky you dissin' my guys
Gon' do it and don't got a feelin'
Four in a Sprite, two cups, I'm leanin'
Get big high I be stuck on the ceiling
And I'm tryna, make it
Rollie on my wrist, man, I know these niggas hate it
Can't wait 'til I'm rich, best believe I fuckin' waited
Hell nah, that ain't my bitch, she fuckin' niggas, I can't date it
[Chorus]
My niggas they hop out, walk down shit
If you ain't gettin' money, can't talk lil' bitch
I'm on they block tryna pop some shit
Gon' take a nigga down for the bust down kit
Tryna get hella racks get a bust down wrist
Get with hit the fifth thinkin' I do fists
And we spinnin' they block, we never gon' stop'
'Cause niggas they know what it is
Yeah, I'ma ride for the cause
That nigga he paused, he froze and got hit in his shit
Yeah, I be whippin' the pot, I'm makin' it lock
Just look at the flick of the wrist
Nah, I ain't trustin' no thot, they givin' the drop
I might have to blow off her wig
Big G-lock, I ain't perkin' the Sig
And they want me dead 'cause they know what I did