Lyrics
Balenciagas,
Biker
denim
jeans
up
in
Louis
v
These
niggas
hollering
all
this
fuckin
hatred
but
they
envy
me
I
heard
you
really
out
here
trying
to
bubble
baby
cop
a
p
Move
like
master
p
you
ain't
gettin
money
Nigga
have
a
seat
Shoot
you
in
yo
dome
send
you
home
call
the
Calvary
Beating
on
my
chest
gorilla
gang
we
ain't
bought
to
beef
Hitchu
in
yo
teeth
lose
yo
teeth
call
you
dz
You
niggas
really
out
here
trying
to
flex
wearing
cz's
100
bo's
in
this
new
trap
ain't
no
TV
I
heard
you
out
here
looking
for
some
money
come
and
see
me
Ion
gotta
beef
it's
to
much
money
in
these
streets
I'll
never
put
no
money
on
yo
head
I'll
just
creep
Smith
& wesson
40
Knock
a
nigga
dead
up
out
his
sneaks
Feeling
like
I'm
meech
you
niggas
know
I
really
got
that
reach
You
gotta
hit
the
v
1000
blues
ah
put
you
on
yo
feet
Call
my
nigga
p
hell
snatch
a
nigga
out
his
keys
Call
my
nigga
Regg
have
you
missing
like
his
teeth
Ian
smoking
Regg
but
you
know
I'm
blowing
out
the
ep
Balling
like
I'm
meech
about
to
take
a
trip
to
the
v
Call
my
nigga
tae
he'll
put
3 holes
in
yo
face
About
to
do
the
race
Cuz
my
nigga
ain't
gone
catch
no
case
All
y'all
niggas
fake
counterfeit
niggas
in
my
way
Talking
bought
a
play
then
we
bought
to
fly
out
to
the
bay
Hit
the
interstate
call
and
say
ill
be
back
in
few
more
days
While
I'm
outta
state
call
my
nigga
rell
to
watch
the
safe
Iaint
finna
play
run
up
on
me
wrong
you
get
laid
Call
that
Nigga
mar
swear
to
god
he'll
spray
you
in
yo
face
Balling
like
I'm
curt
I
just
blew
a
3.5
to
the
face
Call
my
nigga
shawn
I
just
had
to
ship
it
in
the
mail
All
you
niggas
snails
welcome
to
the
Mo
were
we
raising
hail
Hitchu
wit
them
shells
call
my
nigga
64
for
them
bails
All
y'all
niggas
leaches
heard
you
snitching
in
them
fucking
cells
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