Power Up Pt. 4

Lyrics

[Intro] [?] skrt skrt ey ey skrt ey ey Good dope Violence Fu*k nigga Did that did that Beldon did that (go) Go Yuh yuh yuh Big homie yayo bitch nigga Yea big homie King King of the street Fun you can't let go (gang) On gang good dope good good dope, good dope (oh) [Verse 1] This that supa supe (ey) Like super future (good dope bitch) Hoodfame take yo bitch we work her out like (?) (hoodfame) Bitch all on my dick you know I had to bone her (i had too) () Bit*h I'm from the jungle like to moan the poem (rr) (?) on my feet you still rockin pumas (ey) glizzy match my fit you know that im a shooter ( you know) I'm too rich for you , you should've made me sooner (ah ah ah) Moved out to Oklahoma ballin' like a sooner (yah yah) Five racks on me, stacks on me , big homie got that gat on me (big homie) No lack homie nigga playin we gon clap homie don't ask homie I got way too many dead homies You run up on me then i'm blowin' bit*h Fuck that rap shit i can get rich in the hills Can never quit trappin got to many bills Fu*k a hunnid thousand bitch I want mills Racks on me look like I just got a deal Fu*k the feds bitch im trappin for real Ain't ducking no ops bitch im still in the field Law behind me bit*h im bussin a steel Can't pull over now i got too many pills Fu*k her and go we ain't doing no dating I'm not a [?] no you can't play me (no) My young nigga daughter got rabies Fuck nigga play he gon die put that on my babies Fuck nigga (?) and you know he gon die Killers on the way no asking why Hop out hit you with that five ey Throw him off really see if he fly Bitch yayo big homie Pussy nigga ey ey Power Pt 4 yea Ey hoodfame hoodfame gang gang gang