You tryna get lit, I got you
You tryna get hoes, I got you
You want hit the city and turn up the city
You fuckin' with the right one, I got you
You tryna get turnt, I got you
You want hit the club, I got you
Ain't gotta pay entry, I walk in that bitch and they know me
My nigga, I got you
You wanna put a hit, I got you
I fuck your lil bitch without you
Your making threats, sendin' shots at me
When I see you lil nigga I got you
You and your niggas, cowards
Say you gon' kill me, I doubt it
Lil nigga want Ana, I got him
Fuck around and shoot your house upI feel like Silkk the Shocker
Fuck around and get killed for talking
I got this game from my father
I fucked my father's friend's daughter
I can take your bitch, but why bother?
I can cook a brick with no water
Jxmmi and Youngsta a problem
We don't fuck with rap niggas, we rob 'em
We jump in the money like BMF
We ain't DJ Khaled but we the best
I'm fuckin' these lil niggas' bitches
They mad at me cause I ran up a check
Girl your body bangin'
I ain't tryna fuck ya girl I just want the neck
Fuck that bitch
If I ain't got a rubber I ain't tryna have sexYou tryna get lit, I got you
You tryna get hoes, I got you
You want hit the city and turn up the city
You fuckin' with the right one, I got you
You tryna get turnt, I got you
You want hit the club, I got you
Ain't gotta pay entry, I walk in that bitch and they know me
My nigga, I got you
You wanna put a hit, I got you
I fuck your lil bitch without you
Your making threats, sendin' shots at me
When I see you lil nigga I got you
You and your niggas, cowards
Say you gon' kill me, I doubt it
Lil nigga want Ana, I got him
Fuck around and shoot your house upFuck around and cop the coupe in cash
This a nigga's lifestyle
I'm still pullin' hundreds out the bag
All these strippers like wow
Broke niggas like how
I shine with the lights out
These VVS's too impressive
Countin' all my money like I count my blessings
Got a hundred killers that'll kill for me
All they tote is Glocks, Smith & Wessons
You might fuck around and get left on stretcher
They might fuck around and stretch you
Go and get a bag, buy a new whip
Hit that ho, four hundred on slay
Shoot your ass right in front of your dad
Blowin' through the money fast
Songwriters
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