[Verse 1]
Leggin or not
Boy I feel like I'm Gleesh
Stay with a dog but I don't got a leash
Boy, This a Glock it ain't come with no safety
She want to fuck me then she gotta pay me
Flew to DC just to get me a cut
Cut that bitch off she ain't making the cut
Cut that bitch off she ain't making the team
Broccoli pockets I'm walking with green
Dramon arm ups now I flex
Keep on your clothes I just want me some neck
Promoter pay me I don't want me no check
Cash money I don't want me no check
Cash money like I'm fucking with Weezy
Left out the trap now this music is feigning
Trapping and rapping that's all that I know
I just fucked up West Virginia with bro
I get my dough then pull up at the port
Bitch said she prego, I told her "abort"
Say what you want bitch
I give no fucks bitch
NO NO
Stay with them sticks and them drums
Before I was rapping I fucked up the GO GO
Taking care of business I feel like I'm boat
Shipping P's on the plane for the low
L's up yeah we do it for Lo
L's up yeah we do it for Lo
Polo in the club he making them clap
Can't fuck with that bitch cause I think she got clap
You play with my gang then you know it's a wrap
Just made a couple thousand shooting the craps
I just [?] down in LA
Forces on me like I'm Nelly
Bag that lil bitch I think her name was Kesha
So 3oh put cock in her belly
Why she keep calling my chirp?
Why she keep calling my boost?
I hit the club off the drugs
I hit the club off the boot
I do my dance, I be fucking it up
I fall asleep when I finish my cup
Fuck my life I think about pouring a 8th
Don't fuck with no bitch
Throw the dough in the safe
Kick it with your bitch like naymer
He kick it I pull out this AR
Kick it with your bitch like naymer
He kick it I pull out this AR