Young Chochi be that hot niggaEven my sister with the shit, I seen her sock niggasD. Cole feen suck it up like popsiclesYoung gunners pull a busting off of bicyclesShouldve seen turn your block into a ghost townThey all gone, all you talking to is ghosts nowNo losses, nigga, all we know is victoriesNeed a pound, I had him meet me right on centuryHe said, How much you got?I told him, Barry bondsLoud in this booming shit its cherry bombedDo my stuff, take a flight, Im on AmericanFirst class, three ounces in a carryonBitch, Ive been the nigga since the 5th gradeWhen I ran up on Big Jason with the switch bladeHe scared to death, Ro-Ro, you can smell his shit stainsNot cause Im hard, I had to prove his ass was bitch, manIm hungry, I wonder what your bitch madeKey word, we aint bothered by the shift changeDriving in the public, all that NY thugginMy guys, Jeezy and Young make up for something foreignHop up in the Raris then we smash outJust see your bitch behind, he got her passed outFive figure discount before I take a handoutPark the Raris, we about to pull the Lams outFree Miller, though, young cracking my nigga hottaRelease aint coming soon, I pray you see it soonerYoung neck roll in them Js, my nigga, lucky sleepMy new bitch pussy cheap, I fuck her twice a weekNo, we dont do Felice, my meals is takeoutStash rules, put my winning in what you take outWe out here clocking Feragamos with the lace outBitches watching like the police on a stakeoutYo nigga, yous a mark like SanchezCali king, I aint talking about no mattressAnd your bitch a hoe, I treat her like a sneaker showHad her on the kid, coming like a week agoAnd chew me on some hot niggaLike I talk to Chancey when I shot niggasLike you seen him twirl then you drop, niggaAnd we keep them 9 millies on my block, niggaAnd bout to keep it on him, he dont drop niggasAnd he be walling, he some hot niggaTunes known to get busy with the Glocks, niggaTry to run down and you can catch a shot, niggaRunning through these checks till I pass outAnd shorty give me neck till I pass outI swear to God, all I do is cash outAnd if you aint a hoe, get up out my trap houseI been selling crack since like the 5th gradeReally never made no difference what the shit madeJa-ja told me trip them packs and how to maintainGet that money back and spend it on the same thingShorty like the way that I ball outI be getting money, time to fall outYou throw that cash till that gold was all outShorty love the way that I floss outFree Greasy, though, let all of my dogs outMomma said no pussy cats inside my dog houseThats what got my daddy locked up in the dog poundFree Fey, dont know, let all of my dogs outWe gonna pull up in that hooty, like we cops on emWith them 16s we gonna put some shots on emI send the lil die, I send the drop on emShe gonna call me up and Im gonna send the hots on emGrinding savage, thats what we areGrimey shooters dressed in G starsGS nana goes so hard but GS for my gun squadAnd bitch, if theres a problem we gonna come abroadShots popping out the ARIm with Trigga, Im with Rosha, Im with A RollBroad daylight and we gonna let them things ballTell that nigga free Nishio, some weight, free BreezyoAnd tell my niggas Shmerda teaming, yoAbout a week ago, week agoFuck with us and then we tweeting, hoeRun up on that nigga, get to squeezing, hoeEverybody catching bullet holes, niggas got me on my bully, yoImma run up, put that gun on emImma run up, go thrum on emNiggas got me on that young shitGot me on that go dumb shit
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