Move from me
Bobby the builder the tool on me
Young CEO like I’m Suge
You better follow the rules homie
See back as a youngin’ the trues on
My momma got out of the hood
Run up these bands I need real money So I can be out it for good
No cap, look cool whip
Look in the shotty a new chick
Fucking with me get her bossed up
Brazilian booty and new tits
No cap, look cool shit
I went and found me a cool bitch
In both of our glizzies we keep about 30 me and shorty walking with two dicks
Glock with a beam and a cool grip
Extended the heat with a cool kit
I really ain’t looking for violence but if it come find me I shoot shit
They hate me, I knew this
His shorty was rinsing my balls and sucking the duck like she toothless
Shorty was toothless
When she bend it over she gon arch it way back
You know I’m from the 6ix so I keep a jays cap
So if you talking shit imma have to fade that
Cause it don’t phase me cuz I can whoop you laid back
Face plant no, see we don’t like the drama
And we don’t really like these niggas cause they move like informers
So I spark the ganja
It got me out my mind so I can fucking lay back
Srt 8, if you wanna race that
Launch mode, Queen street turn into a race track
Full throttle on the gas make it jump like a bus running over some train tracks
Might have to page that
I couldn’t do the hooping so I went to Make raps
I could never move bricks cause could I never make crack
Hoops dream Like zay man tryna chase that
Now I make music making nba nba nba NBA racks
Balling like I’m Allen way I got Ray bands
Hit the ATM and I bring a face mask who coming
My niggas whip the pot and scape that who’s running
Shoot something, corner 3 or the pull
Up
Splash I need the money if I’m shooting then you know I make that
You know I make that
Move from me
Bobby the builder the tool on me
Young CEO like I’m Suge
You better follow the rules homie
See back as a youngin’ the trues on
My momma got out of the hood (nigga)
Run up these bands I need real money So I can be out it for good (nigga)
Bow
Bobby the builder the tool on me
Young CEO like I’m Suge
You better follow the rules homie
See back as a youngin’ the trues on
My momma got out of the hood
Run up these bands I need real money So I can be out it for good
No cap, look cool whip
Look in the shotty a new chick
Fucking with me get her bossed up
Brazilian booty and new tits
No cap, look cool shit
I went and found me a cool bitch
In both of our glizzies we keep about 30 me and shorty walking with two dicks
Glock with a beam and a cool grip
Extended the heat with a cool kit
I really ain’t looking for violence but if it come find me I shoot shit
They hate me, I knew this
His shorty was rinsing my balls and sucking the duck like she toothless
Shorty was toothless
When she bend it over she gon arch it way back
You know I’m from the 6ix so I keep a jays cap
So if you talking shit imma have to fade that
Cause it don’t phase me cuz I can whoop you laid back
Face plant no, see we don’t like the drama
And we don’t really like these niggas cause they move like informers
So I spark the ganja
It got me out my mind so I can fucking lay back
Srt 8, if you wanna race that
Launch mode, Queen street turn into a race track
Full throttle on the gas make it jump like a bus running over some train tracks
Might have to page that
I couldn’t do the hooping so I went to Make raps
I could never move bricks cause could I never make crack
Hoops dream Like zay man tryna chase that
Now I make music making nba nba nba NBA racks
Balling like I’m Allen way I got Ray bands
Hit the ATM and I bring a face mask who coming
My niggas whip the pot and scape that who’s running
Shoot something, corner 3 or the pull
Up
Splash I need the money if I’m shooting then you know I make that
You know I make that
Move from me
Bobby the builder the tool on me
Young CEO like I’m Suge
You better follow the rules homie
See back as a youngin’ the trues on
My momma got out of the hood (nigga)
Run up these bands I need real money So I can be out it for good (nigga)
Bow
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