Heard it was a drought i got the spot flooded
I jus bougbt a chopper going opp hunting
Boy stop bluffing
You ain't drop nothing
You ain't bout shit
You a cop brother
Caught another pack
Got the block jumping
At the pot luck
Wit the glock tucking
Better stop looking
Some my brothers still rock cooking
In the field like shot putting
I ain't falling off I jus got my footing
Said stop looking (said stop looking)
Some my brothers still rock cooking
In the field like shot putting
Pop a molly when the party starts
I ain't dap em up because ya doggie narc
I be stepping jus like the army march
I be stepping up to ya body guard
I be whipping in the new coupe
When they couldn't even get yo car to start
Make the chopper laugh wit da hardy har
Bitch we get to knocking off ya body party
When she leave me lonley it the hardest part
I jus met the plug up at the olive garden
Chopper got some titties call her dolly patten
I could knock 'em off that shit is not a problem
Im hit the bitch the bitch
By i ain't never wifing
Younging living life like they ain't never dying
They some crash dummies
Doing bad business
Do it for the ones that never had nothing
Used to think about all of them dog bitches now i only think about the cash money
Gotta bigger crib and got the racks jumping
I be out the state gas in my luggage
I ain't ignorant
She fuckin wit me for the benefits
But I got bigger fish fry
My bro facing sentences
I'm on the block witta glock in my pocket
I always been militant
She on my dick again
I told her that i gotta thicker bitch