What's brackin'?
B-Loc and Bentley, nigga know the business
Pull up to the A to get a brand-new bitch, huh, huh, hey
Huh, fuck, definitely need a brand new bitch
I would load up PC at six
I thought I was a lil' up boy
Corny-ass nigga, I'ma can it
Bring the glicks to the disco, make 'em panic
If I pop Perc, Crisco, I'm a medic
Fat-ass nigga, Cicso what I manage
When I pull up to the dispo', smell like damage
What you finna cop today? I'ma get the cabbage
Mix that with the shit now I'm lookin' lavish
Make sure every day I done make a balance
Miss her, I'ma make a lil' trip to Dallas (Huh, hey, uh)
Took her ass out, get a salad
If she bring that ass out, what she sell it?
Niggas eat it up like chopped cheese from a deli
Nigga got personalities like Melly
I'ma have a dilemma like I'm Nelly (Uh)
She a bad ting with a lil' belly
With this comin' I'm a motherfuckin' telly
Lil' bit nervous at the tummy
Tryna play me like a fool, like a dummy (Uh)
Bring sticks, I ain't talkin' pool, we can run it
Ripstick, I was so cool as a youngin'
Kickflip, too cool, dude off a 20
I'ma hit a 360 off a 30
Pop my shit, fly like a birdie
Uh, no lie
You ain't got money, don't lie
Bet that bitch is tryna play with my guys (Uh)
You ain't got nothin' on mine
No dollar, no penny, no dollar, no—
No dollar, no penny, no dime
No problem with no triflin' liar (Uh)
And I'm probably here, I'm fine
Huh, niggas wanna pull out money, tell me, "Pull a band out"
You a raisin-ass nigga, no bread, nah
Weird nigga pull up to my show, fanned out (Uh)
Lil' boy talkin' big on the 'Gram now
I'ma whoop that lil' ass like a grandma
I'ma do a lil' flex just to flex just to— oh
Do a lil' flex, make it spread out
Make a ham sandwich, pull the bread out
Boy can't see green, make a red dot
Got Glocky with a beam, got artillery
Got the whole military, brought my men out
I might run the campaign like I'm Hillary
Oh, I'ma be on this knee like henna
Should've put my ass in a fuckin' spelling bee
I be usin' words niggas never heard now (Uh)
I ain't heard what a fuckboy tellin' me
Stick, stones but words never hurt now
I'on know why they thought they was ahead of me
Got 'em on guillotine (Uh), know I burn now
Need good Perc, somethin' like amphetamine
Off a Addy, Addy, I just might burn out
Yeah, my old hoes nothin' but dead to me
All these other lil' hoes wanna turn now (Uh)
I watched the sky
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