Aye Spray whoever in that whip and leave you bitchless
We got 32 shots we don't miss shit
Seen my old bitch, looking like she miss this
I got - up in my wood bitch hit this
All them bullets to his bodies and he still leaking
All them pumps to his chest but he still sleeping
We gon smoke him everytime yeah we still geeking
She gon ask me if we shoot i say we Jodie Meekin'
Aye money on my head who got the highest bid
Aye they ain't leave him dead, I bet he wish they did
Aye he ain't been the same since they hit his lid
And my drilla like my bitch, they both been off the grid
Yeah we don't give no fuck about no gang ties
Pockets blue but my eyes look like they bang 5
All these dead guys got me reaching new highs
New bitch but she telling me the same lies
And I ain't tryna think dying but that shit up on me
Ain't I going bout a bitch so get yo bitch off me
Bet my broke boy richer than yo rich homie
I did all that shit for Cheese, how he switch on me?
I told zay the bag is coming off the instrumentals
If it's plates on the whip bro gon get the rental
New bitch she a freak I ain't judgemental
Fucked once off the drugs now it's fundamental
Yuh now that the ho geeking like she should
Yeah 'nother ho geeking like she should
Yuh now that the ho geeking like she should
Aye now that the ho geeking like she should
Hit it twice just to make sure it's good
Keep my distance cause she fucking with the hood
Wouldn't line me if the bitch thought she could
Riding round with the "wish someone would"