Yo, big Smelly on the beat with Lil DC, f*ck you talkin' bout
Boy, you only punchin' dollar signs, that's your only opp
I just got another check, boy, meet me at the top
Spent 300 at the Dior store for a pair of socks
Ain't got no Rugers around here, bitch, we usin' Glocks
Said you got a new cut, boy, you ass lookin' chopped
F*ck, where my cup at, bitch, fill it to the top
When I'm with your bitch, you know I never have to tell her stop
Bro think he funny till we really bust him in his chops
Ha-ha, yeah, I must've missed the joke then
Told shorty bring the one girls, yeah, her throat friends
I'm finna do my happy dance, yeah, the hoes in
I'm still laughin', lil' bro, what's the joke, man
Turn your bitch around just as fast as I can pick her up
Had to spank my drink, cause that bitch been actin' up
Green like the four-leaf clover, man, that's just my luck
My bitch a hoe, so what you hit her, I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, me and Jay still rich
And we bout to hit the town again, we might hit your bitch
Ride around with that chop, Yeah, Lilo, Stitch
Bitch feel like a Mack truck when you gettin' hit
Make you sound like your bitch when I hit her in the back
Boys, call me Franklin Saint, cause I'm in here sellin' crack
Pop a yerk 30, I'm finna float
It me myself, and nah, I ain't mean to gloat
All this ice on me, I'm cold, bitch, I need a coat
Suckin' on my dick, oh, bitch, almost made her choke
Said she wanna be my honey, nah, bitch, I don't like bees
Haters talkin' tough, I ain't f*ckin' up my white tee
Bitch, haha, I'ma keep laughin
Goin' hard as a bitch, ain't no half-assin
Skippin' class, smokin' gas, but, bitch, I'm still passin
Thought I'd keep her change, bitch, I ain't quarterbackin
Ugh, bitch, you smell like a stinky baby
We bumpin' Babytron, bitch, ain't no Steve Lacey
I ain't pass my wood to you, bro, I'ma just face it
Flashin' beams in his eye like he wanted lasik
I'ma keep runnin' from it, know the money chasin
I ain't never love a hoe because these bitches fakin
It's only gas in my car, ain't no breakin
Down to die if you hoppin', and we risk takin
Slidin' out the Joker, yeah, this guy really think he funny
Laughin' to the bank like Sosa, yeah, I'm finna get more money
Fiends windin' around the block like we givin' out free onions
Shit
Man, me and Kobe really do it the best
We number one, ain't no number two in this bitch
You already know what the f*ck goin' on with us, man
Tap in, if you ain't know us now, you finna know us soon
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Yo, big Smelly on the beat with Lil DC, f*ck you talkin' bout
Boy, you only punchin' dollar signs, that's your only opp
I just got another check, boy, meet me at the top
Spent 300 at the Dior store for a pair of socks
Ain't got no Rugers around here, bitch, we usin' Glocks
Said you got a new cut, boy, you ass lookin' chopped
F*ck, where my cup at, bitch, fill it to the top
When I'm with your bitch, you know I never have to tell her stop
Bro think he funny till we really bust him in his chops
Ha-ha, yeah, I must've missed the joke then
Told shorty bring the one girls, yeah, her throat friends
I'm finna do my happy dance, yeah, the hoes in
I'm still laughin', lil' bro, what's the joke, man
Turn your bitch around just as fast as I can pick her up
Had to spank my drink, cause that bitch been actin' up
Green like the four-leaf clover, man, that's just my luck
My bitch a hoe, so what you hit her, I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, me and Jay still rich
And we bout to hit the town again, we might hit your bitch
Ride around with that chop, Yeah, Lilo, Stitch
Bitch feel like a Mack truck when you gettin' hit
Make you sound like your bitch when I hit her in the back
Boys, call me Franklin Saint, cause I'm in here sellin' crack
Pop a yerk 30, I'm finna float
It me myself, and nah, I ain't mean to gloat
All this ice on me, I'm cold, bitch, I need a coat
Suckin' on my dick, oh, bitch, almost made her choke
Said she wanna be my honey, nah, bitch, I don't like bees
Haters talkin' tough, I ain't f*ckin' up my white tee
Bitch, haha, I'ma keep laughin
Goin' hard as a bitch, ain't no half-assin
Skippin' class, smokin' gas, but, bitch, I'm still passin
Thought I'd keep her change, bitch, I ain't quarterbackin
Ugh, bitch, you smell like a stinky baby
We bumpin' Babytron, bitch, ain't no Steve Lacey
I ain't pass my wood to you, bro, I'ma just face it
Flashin' beams in his eye like he wanted lasik
I'ma keep runnin' from it, know the money chasin
I ain't never love a hoe because these bitches fakin
It's only gas in my car, ain't no breakin
Down to die if you hoppin', and we risk takin
Slidin' out the Joker, yeah, this guy really think he funny
Laughin' to the bank like Sosa, yeah, I'm finna get more money
Fiends windin' around the block like we givin' out free onions
Shit
Man, me and Kobe really do it the best
We number one, ain't no number two in this bitch
You already know what the f*ck goin' on with us, man
Tap in, if you ain't know us now, you finna know us soon
Boy, you only punchin' dollar signs, that's your only opp
I just got another check, boy, meet me at the top
Spent 300 at the Dior store for a pair of socks
Ain't got no Rugers around here, bitch, we usin' Glocks
Said you got a new cut, boy, you ass lookin' chopped
F*ck, where my cup at, bitch, fill it to the top
When I'm with your bitch, you know I never have to tell her stop
Bro think he funny till we really bust him in his chops
Ha-ha, yeah, I must've missed the joke then
Told shorty bring the one girls, yeah, her throat friends
I'm finna do my happy dance, yeah, the hoes in
I'm still laughin', lil' bro, what's the joke, man
Turn your bitch around just as fast as I can pick her up
Had to spank my drink, cause that bitch been actin' up
Green like the four-leaf clover, man, that's just my luck
My bitch a hoe, so what you hit her, I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, me and Jay still rich
And we bout to hit the town again, we might hit your bitch
Ride around with that chop, Yeah, Lilo, Stitch
Bitch feel like a Mack truck when you gettin' hit
Make you sound like your bitch when I hit her in the back
Boys, call me Franklin Saint, cause I'm in here sellin' crack
Pop a yerk 30, I'm finna float
It me myself, and nah, I ain't mean to gloat
All this ice on me, I'm cold, bitch, I need a coat
Suckin' on my dick, oh, bitch, almost made her choke
Said she wanna be my honey, nah, bitch, I don't like bees
Haters talkin' tough, I ain't f*ckin' up my white tee
Bitch, haha, I'ma keep laughin
Goin' hard as a bitch, ain't no half-assin
Skippin' class, smokin' gas, but, bitch, I'm still passin
Thought I'd keep her change, bitch, I ain't quarterbackin
Ugh, bitch, you smell like a stinky baby
We bumpin' Babytron, bitch, ain't no Steve Lacey
I ain't pass my wood to you, bro, I'ma just face it
Flashin' beams in his eye like he wanted lasik
I'ma keep runnin' from it, know the money chasin
I ain't never love a hoe because these bitches fakin
It's only gas in my car, ain't no breakin
Down to die if you hoppin', and we risk takin
Slidin' out the Joker, yeah, this guy really think he funny
Laughin' to the bank like Sosa, yeah, I'm finna get more money
Fiends windin' around the block like we givin' out free onions
Shit
Man, me and Kobe really do it the best
We number one, ain't no number two in this bitch
You already know what the f*ck goin' on with us, man
Tap in, if you ain't know us now, you finna know us soon
Writer: Bradyn Miller
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid