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I ain't pushin' no SUV unless it's a box in it

I ain't rockin' no Holster unless it's a Glock in it

I ain't listen to the bitch even though she was poppin'

Fire on my hip, I bet that they hot with it

I take the opp hood constantly droppin' it

I get the drop just to fire they property

I'm pushin' smoke, they can barely get oxygen

Said that you smokin' on what person, that shit was comedy

My brother was juvenile, locked up for robbery

Fuck what you talkin' bout, I won't acknowledge it

Lit up some Za, that shit came with a opp in it

Fire on my hip, bet the bitch hot with it

Slide with that stick, **** thought it was a hockey stick

Bitch, if you gon' quote me then put an apostrophe

You won't even standing on that muthafucka block with me

You won't even put none on that score **** honestly

I put in pain for this shit, it took a part of me

I put my hand on that money, it won't hard for me

I turn this shit around like it was a lottery, ****

Walk out the house with no ID, bitch, I'ma bring my pistol

Had to lose, tell the bitch come get him

When I had the rock, had to pay for my keys

Plug already know that shit came with him

Racks too deep, can't fit in my denim

Numbers got low, you ain't serve no ****

I'ma tell a **** that I play for my keeps

You was on the net, won't keep shit street

Real trap ****, bitch, I clutch when I sleep

I told the play I had everything he need

Then the play told me he needed me

I won't trippin' about it, cause he feedin' me

I had flipped that lil' money, now that's easy peasy

And when times get hard, do a B&E

And when I had to glizzy, had to limb and squeeze

In the jail for that glizzy, that stick with me

Ducking warrants, I know that the city sweet

Constantly keepin' that lil shit with me

Grrrr, Yeah, Ahaha

I took the p's and we hit the road

Put a switch on the shit I control

**** jump out the whip with that fire out my coat

Get up with **** in person, the fuck is a post

Look up in they eyes, they know

We the one they despise the most

We the one that gon' stop, create a ghost

I ain't pushin' no SUV unless it's a box in it

I ain't rockin' no Holster unless it's a Glock in it

I ain't listen to the bitch even though she was poppin'

Fire on my hip, I bet that they hot with it

I take the opp hood constantly droppin' it

I get the drop just to fire they property

I'm pushin' smoke, they can barely get oxygen

Said that you smokin' on what person, that shit was comedy

My brother was juvenile, locked up for robbery

Fuck what you talkin' bout, I won't acknowledge it

Lit up some Za, that shit came with a opp in it

Fire on my hip, bet the bitch hot with it

Slide with that stick, **** thought it was a hockey stick

Bitch, if you gon' quote me then put an apostrophe