Lyrics

[Intro] [?] [?] right here Turn up! Load the Macs up baby! Trap trap! That boy got that crack! And we got that crack, we got errthang whatchu want? For real [Verse] Got thirties when we roll up Big poles don't fold up My niggas stock grams [?] you be silly lil nigga better slow up Pour fours got me slowed up Throw Y can't control us My niggas insane they'll shoot you in your brain, masked up, case closed up Do a hit, pop out on a opp broad day, pop out when I'm sober Walk up, face shot, red dot, thirty shot, blew his top now its over Pull up, hit the gas, smash out, do the dash, I be flexing in a Rover I be rockin' this Gucci, Robins and Truie, designer and Polo My niggas tote Tommys, got guns like the army, we turn up [?] In the kitchen finеssin', we mixin' this lean, I hit it with karo My shooters thеy shoot like some hoopers they blam, I give them no payroll My niggas, my fam, this money and fame don't make us unequal My shorties, they hectic they pull up so reckless and snatchin' off necklace You can call me the reaper, I snatch out your soul [?] My niggas be flexin', [?] we shop in [?] These niggas ain't ready, stash [?] so I'm countin' up my blessings My Nina teach lessons, these niggas be stressin' in the field ain't no lackin' C-baby got ratchet, so shit might get tragic, do [?] like it's magic When we blow automatic, you need paramedic, my clip like a ladder My swag a fantastic, [?], fuck niggas [madder?] [Interlude] I be fly as hell, fl-fly as hell with no wings, t-two cups shawty D-Double cup with that lean, B-Bussin' hard off [?] B-Bussin' hard off them beans That gat on me [?], re-red dot with that beam [Verse] Bitch I'm throwin' free money like a free throw Ball so hard like I got a cheat code Not a dime for a thot, fuck a cheap hoe I make a nigga pay like a toll road Fuck nigga, try me you can get exposed Pull up, pop out, let this thing blow Bend blocks, get guap, fuck bad hoes Fuck nigga broad day you a asshole I'ma get up, get off my ass bro, cause niggas say Lil Mister [?] I ain't even gon' lie, I spaz [?] Choppa bullets they a leave ya ass in hell bro Chiraq, my city I'm the king bitch My niggas all lookin' blood fiendin Catch a opp with [?] some demons My niggas paint pictures, you dreaming Mister Guwop, bitch I stack guap I pull up drop the top These niggas is hatin', they might [?] I'm cashin with fashion, partying, mansions, bad bitches dancing I got them bands, my cup in my hand, don't hang with new friends Bitches with me cause I'm on top Got bands stuffed in my Rocks, cause I ain't got shit for a thot I just want top, get guap Can't stop me fuck Roe Block, I pull up on yo block Windows tinted blow shots Ho-Hollows, those hot Fuck them oppers, [?] Block Fuck the coppers, D Block With my shootas, rastas I break bread with gualas Bitch I [?] He-Headshot slaughter D.O.A, no doctor Niggas sing like oprahs [Outro] You know how I'm comin' man Yah yah Squad shit D Block bitch 7400 gang Squad workin', we totin' shit bitch You better sit down, sit yo ass down Lay down, lay yo ass down [?] 100 round Turn up, ay Ay, 6775 Ay, rrah JoJo world! Bodie world!