Aey

Lyrics

[Intro] (This is a YP exclu-clusive) (Energy made this one) No cap nigga, I'm- I'm really in this bitch [?] sippin' on like codeine right now, look Nigga on God right now this shi' look like codeine, look [Verse] My nigga just caught a opp And he say he finna kill him Nigga stop flexin' at stores Man we know that it's a rental [?] drum with a Glock It sound like instrumental And yeah, nigga is runnin' his mouth too much So he got hit in his temple Ridin' 'round LA with big body And with a Mac Every time I check my phone A new nigga gettin' whacked I just made like ten bands Count it up, in a track XD get to bustin', yeah He runnin' like he in track My niggas love fast cars So you know they in them Tracks What nigga? Or them 'Cats nigga? Wait hold on, wait And them Scats nigga? And I'm in LA with gang Put 'em on my back nigga And I swear to God I don't really fuck with these rap niggas Caught him by surprise Now that nigga in the atmosphere My bitch ass so fat and so round Like a damn sphere Yo' ho finna eat the whole gang nigga Soon as she get here This ho gettin' on my nerves I swear she need Jesus I pour like six lines up In a damn one liter I just made like six racks, sippin' drop Like I got fever Blue just scored some Wock' He finna put it in the freezer That ho, she give good head But I swear that she a keeper My niggas, they take lives like That nigga, he the reaper Aye, my white nigga, he keep cash And he look like Slim Jesus I can't do nun' for this ho I swear to God that she need Jesus Two Glocks on me, run up like that ho But my name [?] Jozizzy, he just scored some drank And it got me cheesin' Pour up Wock' in pineapple Fanta Shit look like the Lakers That pint that you sippin' on Ain't sealed, boy you crazy How the fuck, you ain't got no racks? Man these niggas, they lazy That my white ho, she do coke Would've thought this was the 80's And my white ho Kickin' shit with my new ho, she asian Me and Terry in them coupes On the freeway, speed racin' Free lil' Will, that's my nigga, yeah He incarcerated Hit yo' whip, with them bullets nigga This shit can get crazy It's a switch, on the Glock nigga Yeah, shit is crazy And yo' ho, throwin' tricks on dick That ho so R Rated Niggas lame, tryna steal some swag Boy, you so outdated In a Track', bro he got a 'Cat Yeah, we finna race 'em And her nigga think I'm the shit Feel like I'm overrated Got the drop, from yo' ho nigga This shit so crazy In the O, with my loc nigga And we smokin' eighthy I fucked yo' ho, and you know nigga And it's still your baby And I love all my hoes I'ma give them hoes babies All my locals, they some hoes And they really think I made it All my niggas know they role Now our house real spacious Nigga, we was on the road Left his face on the pavement I switch hoes just like clothes I swear this shit feel amazin' And my niggas ran off on the plug I think he was Jamaican And my nigga yeah, he move the pot I'm like boy, what you makin' And my nigga he just move the dog food And some cat You ain't suckin' dick, bitch Then you gotta skate I'm in LA eatin' lobster nigga Hundred dollar plates