Issa breeze to this shit
You just gotta let it loose
Fuck these sucka niggas hatin still steppin wit my boot
Ain’t no time for alla waitin need it now like what it do
Baby I just want yo paper why you tryna give the poon
Told her ima see her later not again that’s not the move
See the pockets got the yaper
Ain’t no doubt we gettin to it
Fuck a option we not losin
Popped his top he lookin stupid
Why I’m runnin so secluded
Baby I just need the blue strips




Lines you crossin got me clueless
Why you making shit so ruthless
Told em ima come again the last I checked it hit the news clip
She complain bout my foolin ima p hope youn lose it
I done got it off the flo and made the Cho wit out sum pullin

High rise
I’m tryna hit the top bitch I ain’t screwin
Rockets chop and hit yo block and get to Dunkin like it’s Ewing
Fuck the talkin let’s pursue it
Let it knock
And hit the uie
See a nigga innat lo we bumped it up and stopped the Buick

Time fly
Get to bussin gettin low for all yo clutchin
It ain’t nun to redirect
Cause Allis motion I ain’t cuttin
If it aint nun bout no check
Then its most likely I ain’t comin
Yeah we seen you had respect but innat moment woulda touched em
Say you hate it where I’m at if it’s a problem we could rush it
I could tell by how you act you ain’t on nothing when you buckin
Toss the hammy grab the strap that’s only if I need to hunch em
You ain’t fuckin wit my bitch she throw it up yeah that’s my pumkin
Aye
How you say you bout yo bucks when you ain’t really bout yo motion you can see the pockets lifted you can tell by how it’s showin
Think she finna get a date off ge I ain’t really goin
Askin if I got the pape on me
I ain’t even know
Issa breeze to this shit
You just gotta let it loose
Fuck these sucka niggas hatin still steppin wit my boot
Ain’t no time for alla waitin need it now like what it do
Baby I just want yo paper why you tryna give the poon
Told her ima see her later not again that’s not the move
See the pockets got the yaper
Ain’t no doubt we gettin to it
Fuck a option we not losin
Popped his top he lookin stupid
Why I’m runnin so secluded
Baby I just need the blue strips




Lines you crossin got me clueless
Why you making shit so ruthless
Told em ima come again the last I checked it hit the news clip
She complain bout my foolin ima p hope youn lose it
I done got it off the flo and made the Cho wit out sum pullin