[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Huh, I pay $100, get the cops off, huh
50 racks, get your block knocked off, huh
I got troops like Adolf, hmm
Y'all n***as creative, who made y'all?, huh
Hit the bitch like I play baseball
50 somethin' racks, I spent that in the mall
I wanna fuck on that bitch, she a doll
Huh, like [?], yeah I'm gon' ball, huh
You tryna ride the wave, I bet you gon' fall
I'm with the mob, you know they [?]
My money, you know that it's taller than tall
Chop' in my hand, man, I do the Chop' Walk
I ain't tryna talk, man, your pockets too small
Posted, Magnolia, then hang with the mob
They want your chain, they gon' tear you apart
That bitch ass fat, you know I like that a lot
These n***as pussy, I came from the block
100,000 racks in the mansion, you know I'm still duckin' the cops
Wrist on waterfall, you ain't on shit, what I thought
Bought her a 500-dollar jacket, it cost, I'm on probation, I'm still smokin' pot
N***a shoot dice, put your money in the pot
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I told my bitch that I wanna be a thot
She seen my ex and you know that they fought
Pull out them blickys, them n***as gon' pop
Call the janitor, better clean with the mop
Give a few racks even though she was a bop
Had to get it out the hood, man, you know the block hot
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Feel like John Madden, finna blitz with the Glock
Gun in that bitch, got the whole spot hot
N***as tryna fight but I'm throwing straight shots
I got the racks, yeah, I got the guap
50 shots, told the bitch, "Walk my walk"
I can pour the tris up, I can pour the Wock'
I can drop the bitch off, make the bitch walk
Fucking with the camera, I don't hear [?] talk
Hoe blocked my phone, I ain't even wanna talk
A-And I'm still pouring up straight drop
I'm the one rich, yeah, I'm on top
We got FNs, we got mops
Yeah, (Beeyuh!) I'm with the mob
I told the bitch that I want mop
And we spent all the check on guns
And we spent all the checks on f- (Mop!)
Yeah, ridin' 'round lookin' for fun
5-50 shots, 50 shots, bitch, the sun
I off the lean, I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin'
Sp-Spend it on the beans, I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin'
Trackhawk whip, bitch weigh a ton
I still made that shit go up
Run it back, yeah, f-fuck, fuck
Run it back, yeah, fuck, fuck
Watch out, Slime finna take your stuff
Swing that Chop', bitch, hold my nuts
Uh, n***a wanna talk then just link up
Yeah, diamonds on my body, bitch, I'm pieced up
Yeah, shots on my body, bitch get piece up
Yeah, shots on my body, bitch get cleaned up