Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck man Gang shit Yeah, fuck ... [Verse 1] Start my day with a blunt Hit a bitch, make her jump Hit a blunt, hit my lungs Grab my shit, grab my gun Hit the road, check my guy Got some loud, yeah its purp Hit the block, clear the scene Don't let that choppas bean Get a bag, I stack it Get a bitch, gotta mack it Got a car, do the race Seen an opp, make him shake Hit the gas, fuck the break Break the leg, fuck the wait Hit the stage, do my dance 9 shots in my pants OLN that's the label When we chill, no cable Yeah, yeah I ain't tryna sign to no label Niggas think that it's funny Last week I was bummy Last week I had nothing Housey, stressin' BMs, texting Say she tired of my bullshit Niggas still on that hoe shit I cut all of the ties off I cut all of my bitches off Now I'm popping, they annoying I beat them, I ain't joinin' Buy or bye, we them niggas Your bitch know we them niggas We name brands, make the trap hot At the end of the month, get a new spot Fuck the telly, where a crockpot? I'm name brand, can't trust a bitch I fucked her, she's celibate Girl sayin I change- change- changed up Only thing that changed up Is all these girls tryna claim us The cops can't even tame us Our hood runs, you can't blame us Buy LV for my mainer's Buy LV for my main girl Shotty know she gotta act right [Interlude] Yo, fuck these bitches man We can't even on right Fuck man, you already know what it is man Fuck! yeah! [Verse 2] These niggas talk like bitches We don't do, that's what bitches do We don't pull up ties, that's how bitches move Me and gang gang have different moves Me and MK got the streets now Just gotta walk, gotta leave now Wish grandma can see now From fat boy to the guy now Like I don't even have to lie now I don't even have to brag now Labels fly me outta town babe I don't even have to pay now [Outro] Trust me Call me Bob