Bob with the bang that dynamite, see
Now he see
Ha, he sent me to Bob with the bang that dynamite
Yeah, I got my play, got some hold on, I'm not tryna fight
Yeah, I'm a crip, I bang left, I don't know what's right
She actually do all of her bitch, shut up, come blow this pipe
Ha, 30 number one on the dice, tryna hit folk
Don't tell me what that pussy like, something with the hip folk
Yeah, I just want that pussy, I don't care, you * my kinfolk
This power's inside, watch how them rims blow
We gon' strip him for his *, and see how much we hit folk
Top rank Chris, you can't hang if you ain't winning
I'm a rapper pulling skids, we gon' talk about it on the phone
Spend Twinkie on a light day, yeah, that's what I'm on
Dress gets in, then my tiniest get the loadin' up
Bouncin' out the car, before I stop, ain't no holdin' up
Hit the door, I'm trippin', *, I look like Rollin' Up
Heard you froze up on that mission, you can't ride with us
Ha, the odds got nice, like, where they at, huh?
I'm talkin' bout South, put that nigga on the stretcher
Young Crip, past niggas, they playin' catch up
And we ain't not in competition, I blew no check on
If y'all know bodies, I'm runnin' young, you cannot beef with me
I got some young, thirsty crips that'll sweep the street for me
Let a nigga clap that O, we blitzin' peacefully
Niggas swear that I just smoke, they never on * with me
Ha, I pill oranges and bleach stains
And I casually eat twinks when I want sweet things
How they swear, bop, hoo-ha, rim hang
A lion sayin' he got bodies where the pills came
Nigga mad at me, cause I * this bitch up in her face
If you drink, I would on it, I wish you would
You a daughter, Dave, for doin' all that poppin' in
My tiniest got sand, so many crips on the block
Hangin' out, we think it's March 10th, county jail court change
He went on *, I ain't with the Ford place
Shut the * up, eat this dick, glob
R.F.
If you really want a trophy, uh, let me * your best friend
Can't nobody * you and your bestie on, uh
Hot bitch, don't argue, I want no problems
I like you, girl, you my best topper
And I'ma always have, bitch, never clear my roster
I'ma always have, bitch, never clear my roster
I stored a bitch in my phone, that's my best topper
Crip dick, got her trapping out with that first she was poppin'
We gon' pull up on him at his house with that * he was poppin'
Can't nobody * you and your bestie on, uh
Hot bitch, don't argue, I want no problems
I like you, girl, you my best topper
And I'ma always have, bitch, never clear my roster
My roster
Now my wife's sad bitch
Never clear my roster
I store that bitch
In my phone
As my best topper
Crypt did
Got her trappin' out
Before that first she was poppin'
We gon' pull up on him
At his house
Before that * he was poppin'
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Crazy
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