Heaven Aint Free

Hoe don't want no problem Pussy see you then I got'em And my neck hit like some grottos Popping thirties till she swallow Pour my lean in baby bottles Smoking Thrax in Colorado I ain't sippin' on Moscato Fifty packs of all Gelatto Ayo, I ain't stopping Babygirl, you can't stop him I don't know why they try him Gamble with you like Nevada Send them bricks up in them tires Fuck y'all snitching like The Wire I was chilling, now I'm wilding, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't he say what he mean? Yeah, yeah, yeah I got plays, what you need? Yeah, yeah, yeah Forty cal when I sleep Yeah, yeah, yeah Tried to tell 'em I need me Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm at ya throttle All my hoes look like some models Ain't no lying, no denial I still dog 'em like rottweilers And that coupe move like a possum Money stack up like some novels Cut throat hoe, ya head gone wobble, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't got no time to check no tags I just drop the bag, tell ya bitch drop some ass Woadie, what's the math? Two Glocks and I add Sixty hollow tips, hit like discs up on ya back Gucci, Prada, baby Used to sell dope out the slab New Balenciagas on my feet look like some casts Heard they looking for me, I'm on the Northside smoking gas Press 'em like a pedal, let my S4 do the dash Baby, what's the hamp? Bitch know I don't care I walk in the trap and they greet me, "welcome back" If I fall off guarantee I'm on your ass Choppa like a toddler or the taurus never lack Baby let me thrash Flick up like some ash Ducked off somewhere low With ya hoe counting cash I go in my bag Fuck up all these racks Im just doing me while my opps looking sad Yeah, yeah, yeah