(Do you not get the Koncept?)
(808 Jayy got that fire)
Sippin' drank, I'm choppin' screw, bitch, I'm on my Texas shit
Can't even bring lil' bro 'nem to the club 'cause they be stretchin' shit
I just blocked my lil' ho number, she be on too much extra shit
I just spent five thousand in Dior, lil' bitch, I'm fresh as shit
Pick your casket out, you play with us 'cause we gon' bless a bitch
Chop your fuckin' hand right off your arm you touch these necklaces
Call my dog a personal trainer, why? 'Cause he gon' stretch a bitch
Make 'em spin your block in the SRT 'cause they can't catch this bitch
Bitch, Big Ghetto, I'm back in mode
Back on location, fuck this famous shit, I want control
I'm off probation, me and youngin, and we both got poles
Traumatized, I don't trust a soul
Run up on his car, we gon'— (Brrt)
Just like granny, nigga, from back in the day, get on your ass with a (Switch)
Junkies get on buses and come from 'cross the 8 to buy this shit
Servin' A1 fent', fiends goin' both ways, some want raw and some want dimes and nicks
Sippin' Wock' in a Pepsi, I'm just tryin' shit, all that shit forever
Take a bitch out the Warren, Conner projects, turn her up forever
Movin' cross state lines to get that check, you know I'm with whatever
In the D, it's cold, so I wear Louis sweaters
Can't name nobody that do it better, chasin' letters, movin' through the ghetto
Sippin' drank, I'm choppin' screw, bitch, I'm on my Texas shit
Can't even bring lil' bro 'nem to the club 'cause they be stretchin' shit
I just blocked my lil' ho number, she be on too much extra shit
I just spent five thousand in Dior, lil' bitch, I'm fresh as shit
Pick your casket out, you play with us 'cause we gon' bless a bitch
Chop your fuckin' hand right off your arm you touch these necklaces
Call my dog a personal trainer, why? 'Cause he gon' stretch a bitch
Make 'em spin your block in the SRT 'cause they can't catch this bitch (Skrrt)
SRT beat up the street, every passenger got a stick
They hit the lights on 43rd, I fucked 'em up 'bout 55th
I'm beefin' with a homeless nigga, I swear ain't nothin' worse than this
He like shootin' up houses knowin' I can't shoot up where he live
I can't sit outside his crib, I just take his block and bend
Ayy, Big Ghetto, I might shoot this bitch up, I should not go in
I'ma sip my four of Tris, I'm a parking lot pimp
If it go down, I'm gon' show a nigga what a handler is
And I handle biz, count that paper out, I'll bring you ten
Really play with fent', they think I break cars down the middle
This here ain't no rental, I went to the lot and got the big one
We in it with Dracs and switches, movin' through the ghetto
Sippin' drank, I'm choppin' screw, bitch, I'm on my Texas shit
Can't even bring lil' bro 'nem to the club 'cause they be stretchin' shit
I just blocked my lil' ho number, she be on too much extra shit
I just spent five thousand in Dior, lil' bitch, I'm fresh as shit
Pick your casket out, you play with us 'cause we gon' bless a bitch
Chop your fuckin' hand right off your arm you touch these necklaces
Call my dog a personal trainer, why? 'Cause he gon' stretch a bitch (Ayy)
Make 'em spin your block in the SRT 'cause they can't catch this bitch, bitch (Ayy, skrrt)
If you can't complete the mission, we violate for negligence
I should've been rich at eighteen, but I was on some regular shit
Put a 41 on my soldier, now he feel like the president
You would think he'd teach yoga, all he be doin' is stretchin' shit
Lil' ho wake me up like 4, just top me off, she heaven-sent
I rock Chrome, Louis, Rick, bitch, I'm fresh as a peppermint
Spent my last grip and flipped a brick 'cause I wasn't hesitant
Did everything for 150 Dreamteam, my ass had a letterman
If it's opps at the door, nigga, let 'em in
What the fuck I look like yellin' out, "Let 'em live"?
I took loss after loss, I gotta win (I gotta win)
Cyberbeast got no exhaust, I'm 'bout to spin
Sippin' drank, I'm choppin' screw, bitch, I'm on my Texas shit
Can't even bring lil' bro 'nem to the club 'cause they be stretchin' shit
I just blocked my lil' ho number, she be on too much extra shit
I just spent five thousand in Dior, lil' bitch, I'm fresh as shit
Pick your casket out, you play with us 'cause we gon' bless a bitch
Chop your fuckin' hand right off your arm you touch these necklaces
Call my dog a personal trainer, why? 'Cause he gon' stretch a bitch
Make 'em spin your block in the SRT 'cause they can't catch this bitch, bitch (Skrrt)
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