1400
Yeah, yeah
Chopper make 'em melt
Put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt
Rage is what he felt
Niggas, lil' niggas
I'ma get the belt
I tried to fuck with niggas
But niggas all for they self
They pride way too high, I might just give that boy a shell
But we don't give a fuck, think shit sweet, don't press your luck
We keep that chopper, knuckle up unless your family, friends or blood
You know this shit be going up, we got fifty going up
I got bitches going up, so I'm in the whip doin' doughnuts
These niggas know I'm with the shits, man, you know I'm poppin' shit
Man, you know I'm on my big dog, big poppa shit
If you want war with us, then we pull up sockin' shit
Yeah, hit 'em, huh, yeah, I had to bop the bitch
Pull up rockin' shit like a motherfuckin' band
I got my feet up in the sand, I'm at the beach with a bitch
She Sandy Cheeks, I'm Dirty Dan
I'm smokin' out the P, remember I couldn't even buy a gram
Speakin' of the beach, I keep that heat
Lil' bitch, don't catch a tan
Catch 'em in the street and let it fly, that boy turned Peter Pan
Saw my opp at Walmart, I swear for god he was a fan
And I been the biggest bird, bitch, I'm falcon when I land
Haa, huh, I just pulled up in a big body
Baby girl off the Molly, Prada my feet, don't want no Versace
I catch me a opp, put holes in his body
Ten bitches geekin' up in the lobby
Diamonds on me, babe, you know I'ma have it
Huh, hold on where?
Baby give me head
When I catch a opp, I swear to god, yeah he be dead
And I'm with Trippie and you know he bang that red
I can't hang with suckers 'cause they talkin' to the feds
Huh, hold on
Richard Millie cost a house
'Cago nigga, I come from the south
Remember them days I had to sleep on the couch
That more money, like "Blaow"
Get to the money, M&Ms
Can't be in my section, them boys is not having it
I pulled up in a Bentley, no Benz
I wanna fuck me a friend
Dexter
I told my baby, like, "I really like you and I'm talk
Like, I really do like you, um
What's seven plus seven? 14, right?"
Trippie talk to 'em
Fuck it (yeah)
Chopper make 'em melt
Put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt
Rage is what he felt
Niggas, lil' niggas
I'ma get the belt
I tried to fuck with niggas
But niggas all for they self
Prices goin' up
Bitches goin' up
How can I fall off, when all my money goin' up?
Birkin on my bitch and for my wrist a couple bucks
Pour lean in the red cup
I'm pouring the racks up
I can't leave without my baby
Bitch, yeah, that's my chopper
You don't want no smoke 'cause they gon' pull up, red dot 'em
They gon' roll 'em up
Drugs going up
Tesla for my bitches, all my hoes be going up
I might pull up in a Lamb, like all my doors be going up
Bought the bro some Eliantte, ain't nobody cold as us
Made another forty milly, I gave lil' bro a cut
I might drop like thirty racks and have your ho to pick 'em up
Chopper make 'em melt
Put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt
Rage is what he felt
Niggas, lil' niggas
I'ma get the belt
I tried to fuck with niggas
But niggas all for they self
Chopper make 'em melt
Put 'em on a shelf
These the cards he dealt
Rage is what he felt
Niggas, lil' niggas
I'ma get the belt
I tried to fuck with niggas
But niggas all for they self
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