Order

Ho
Huh, yeah
Yeah, what? Yeah
Bitch

All this money comin' fast, I gotta keep an order
Even though I rap still in the trap, I might just take your order
Don't give no fuck, I can't go broke, I put that on my daughter
I damn ship on my pinky ring a fuckin' quarter (yeah)
We hit they block, them niggas drop, and they talk to reporters
I got a brand-new bitch, her pussy wet like rainforest (huh)
'Fore them niggas speak on me, they better check the score (huh)
They know what's up, if they want war, then we gon' give 'em war (huh)

Yeah, bad bitch, her ass fat, she need to win award
The other day, I just had court, so I won't time for
Yeah, we throw money on these whores, get it out the floor
I ain't like these niggas, you can't put me in their category
Don't call my phone about no bitch, no, that ain't player, Joe
Yeah, she gon' wanna eat the dick when she smell my cologne
I told my son, "Just keep it real, that's in the chromosome"
And I can't never turn on Quill, lil' bro my backbone

I can't buy no pussy from her, but I got racks on me
Ain't none of these young niggas with me dykin', but they got straps on 'em
My country boy, he on the way, I put the text on him
Lil' bro ain't never worked on calls, but he gon' jack some'
Phew, phew, phew, he gon' switch some'
I just popped a Perc', nigga, fuck your bitch, I'm tryna stick some'
Fuck these niggas, I watch they ass go broke before I fix some'
I told the bitch to dry this fuckin' dope, I buy her some Ricks or some'

Everybody rich in the spot
Yeah, how many choppers we got? (Prr)
How many switches we got? (Shh)
Shut up, lil' ho, and keep workin' that pot
I just been stackin' the guap
Put the shit up 'til the shit drop right
Pull up and I drop my top (hah)

I ain't gotta pay for no parking spot
Diamonds all over my neck, water
Turn this shit up, man, I had to go harder
We made the trap spot jump like the quarter
One-five on my back, feel like Vince Carter
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, hmm
New Trackhawk, this motherfucker roarin'
I'm in your city, I leave in the morning
We all past grown, this shit here blowin'

I give a fuck about the money, this shit get blew like horn
I know I get this shit right back 'cause I know what I'm doin'
I gotta keep that fuckin' Glock, no matter which way I'm goin'
Them niggas ain't never hit my block, so how the fuck they scorin'?
Pff, whoa, we got it fuckin' snowin'
Bitch say she wanna get her a Zone 6 nigga, she know we the cream of the cone
Across the canal, that's where I was born
Calendar count like I hit by a storm
Racks on me, she's alone like a ho (huh)
These bitches got pussies showin' (get out the gang, what?)

Bitch, yes, I deserved the shine
Give a fuck 'bout what they say, one thing they do, respect my mind
Last nigga died when he crossed that line
Put the switch on him, now his mama and 'em cryin'
How the fuck the blind gon' leave the blind?
Turn my hood up, this shit with 'em every time