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Cook that shit up Quay When I walk in this bitch got these hoes on me Rich nigga shit, I got ice on me That nigga broke, ain't got no money Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie Fuckin' that ho, put the dick in her stomach Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion I fucked that ho, now she all in my comments Ride with the chopper and that bitch hold a hundred Bankroll like I sell dope Young nigga clean like some soap She wanna fuck me but nope Dressin' like I was the Pope Ooh, get your ass shot at my show Don't try me like I was no ho, nigga I make that ho snort the blow Sellin' elbows for the low Go get that money nigga, that's for sure He got burnt for the bread and toast In the Wraith with christians, they catch that holy ghost Drankin' on lean and the percs, I might overdose RIP Pimp C, I got too many hoes Swiss cheese, a nigga turn 'em to holes Four four-fours, I feel like I'm Hov SongtexteIn the trap with twelve gunners, open the door Get them bricks, told my migo had the most Dressed to work up like I re-up at Lowes Tool on me bitch, don't make me unload Stop when I shoot like he makin' a pose Bitch I'm a player, I ain't datin' no ho My neck and my wrist on ice cold Snorting the dope, she still got the white on her nose Nigga don't come by less than a four I'm in Miami with zoes, I fuck her and send her a rose My bank it comin' in rolls, ice ice, I'm froze We buying them pints and we pouring up fours Perc and the addy, might fuck on your ho Draped in designer, my head to my toes Nigga don't try me like I was no ho Get your ass shot at my show When I walk in this bitch got these hoes on me Rich nigga shit, I got ice on me That nigga broke, ain't got no money Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie Fuckin' that ho, put the dick in her stomach Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion I fucked that ho, now she all in my comments Ride with the chopper and that bitch hold a hundred Bankroll like I sell dope Young nigga clean like some soap She wanna fuck me but nope Dressin' like I was the Pope Ooh, get your ass shot at my show Don't try me like I was no ho, nigga I make that ho snort the blow Sellin' elbows for the low She on her knees like she prayin' I done got rich, I'm just sayin' Pull up with three K's like we the Klan West Coast kill, gelato and cash Spiritual OG, the onion man My Saint Laurent matching the bricks, it's tan Got my strap on me in this bitch 'cause I can The fuck you lookin' at? oh that's a fan I'm trippin', pop me a perc and a xan Fuck that bitch like I just jumped out the can Messin' with choppers like we from Iran Fuck that lil bitch in the back of the van Shot him in the back, like Ricky he ran Send in them bags soon as they land Roll up gelato, pass it to my man Off-White shit, we ain't wearing off-brand I'm in Houston, I don't eat at Houston Fresh as a bitch in my Yeezy Boosts If I shoot at your top I'ma leave a roof That birdcall, nigga he a roost Whole gang rich and we keep an uzi That bitch fine with a big booty Kilo sweater on me, I don't do Coogi Ice drippin' wet, she wanna give me that coochie When I walk in this bitch got these hoes on me Rich nigga shit, I got ice on me That nigga broke, ain't got no money Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie Fuckin' that ho, put the dick in her stomach Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion I fucked that ho, now she all in my comments Ride with the chopper and that bitch hold a hundred Bankroll like I sell dope Young nigga clean like some soap She wanna fuck me but nope Dressin' like I was the Pope Ooh, get your ass shot at my show Don't try me like I was no ho, nigga I make that ho snort the blow Sellin' elbows for the low Aus Songtexte Mania