Lyrics
I'm tired of the fuckery you know what's up
Glizzy stay stuck to me I keep it tucked
She keep on calling she wanna fuck
40 missed calls I'm on double cups
Watch me start balling like I'm on the Bucks
Brodie off pills swerving in the truck
He ain't got no chill he gonna fuck it up
Slide through that block looking for a chump
If we see a opp I swear that he done
These hoes they be wiling no I ain't the one
Moving real ryte so I am the one
Jeans too tight no I can not run
I got a nice grip tucked in my Amiri's
She like play that song I just wanna hear it
They say I'm the one and there ain't no comparing
How you send shots and I ain't never hear em
Spin through that block we gonna hop out the OJ
Don't really care we gonna do it for fun
Big booty bitch she said she goes both ways ass in the air she just having fun
Get to the gualla, all about a dollar, get out my face if you ain't talking funds
If he move wock you know I gotta pop him
Hop in the V now we on a run
Uh huh, now I gotta run, D's on my ass cause i got a gun
Adrenaline rushing I'm like what the fuck
They say I'm they brother but they ain't do none
Fuck all them **** man they really goofy
I got a new glock and ima boom it
I got some new guap she wanna do me
I only do thots I like them boujee
She wanna take pics this moment exclusive
Fuck all the opps think I really do it
Uh huh, broski he with me he tote on the sitchy he moving real tact
Hop out the mini van how we attack
He tried to duck he got hit in his hat
See number 1 then you better get back
Them savages waiting, they gonna attack
And I got the pole it go bllttat
And just like the goons said, "shoot or get shot"
Cause we see a opp we shoot on the spot
We hit up that boy his body a shop
Fuck all that talking we gonna extort him
We with the spinning and flossing
We got the gualla, we see a opp we gonna off em
I'm tired of the fuckery you know what's up
Glizzy stay stuck to me I keep it tucked
She keep on calling she wanna fuck
40 missed calls I'm on double cups
Watch me start balling like I'm on the Bucks
Brodie off pills swerving in the truck
He ain't got no chill he gonna fuck it up
Slide through that block looking for a chump
If we see a opp I swear that he done
These hoes they be wiling no I ain't the one
Moving real ryte so I am the one
Jeans too tight no I can not run
I got a nice grip tucked in my Amiri's
She like play that song I just wanna hear it
They say I'm the one and there ain't no comparing
How you send shots and I ain't never hear em
Written by: Anthony Garcia
