Chris Bone
Hey Cher, we're on the beat, make this * slap
Aye,
aye
Roll on me all hunnid dogs
Tired of asking niggas who on smoke,
niggas don't want none
If we can't catch dog with his homies
It ain't no fun Pull this bitch out,
I'm tryna air it out
Hit both up Told him he can get a grade of ten and he
bought both up Got a hard ass off,
he says cool,
he copped
both up I could pick which hoe I want the * so
I hit both up I had me them killers,
came with me and
they done blow something I just hit up Uck and told his ass I needed
two pieces Say that low then,
bitch I got happy,
I was
too geek Well,
let * slide easy,
don't think this
* too sweet I send them boys to drop a hunnid off,
make
them remember me Bitch,
I do this * literally,
ain't no
fear in me I wish I was around when them bricks was going
for seventeen Got caught with them tickets,
them bitches
hit me with felonies I been through this * so it ain't *
these niggas telling me None of that bad gear so it ain't * that
you can sell to me I been balling hard around this bitch like
* a referee Fast money boys,
T-A-G,
that's to the death
of me Get a nigga gone if he thinking about pressing
me Aye, roll on me all hunnid dogs
Tired of asking niggas who on smoke,
niggas don't want none
If we can't catch dog with his homies It ain't no fun
Pull this bitch out,
I'm trying to air it out,
hit both of them Told him he can get a grade of ten
and he bought both of them Got it hard and soft,
he says cool,
he copped both of them I could pick which hole I want
to * so I hit both of them I had with them killers,
play with me and they done blow something Both of them,
bitch I got some work and a loaf on me Running with some pressures,
you can check it,
ain't no hoe on me Hope you got the message,
this * real,
it ain't * funny We send niggas to spittles,
better get that boy a goat for me All this dough on me,
you know we working,
I got dough with me Don't pull up on my block,
you slide past,
I got your hoe with me
Keep it real,
I might just hit a buck,
hope they don't tell on me *,
you know these hoes gonna do the most
Thought I was a ghost when I popped up,
I had that bag on me Thought it was a joke,
we ain't just rapping,
we get fast money We do turnarounds,
ain't want your hoe,
I had to turn it down We hit states and towns,
get that work and then we bust it down
Roll on me all hundo,
tired of asking niggas who on smoke,
niggas don't want none
If we can't catch dog with his homies,
it ain't no fun
Pull this bitch out,
I'm trying to air it out,
hit both of them
Told him he can get a grand,
ten and he bought both of them
Got him hard and soft,
he says cool,
he copped both of them
I could pick which hole I want to * so I hit both of them
I had with them killers,
play with me and they done blow something