Bitch thick bad
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
Had to stop wearing fake chains
Most of my niggas gang bang
Guerrilla warfare in ghetto
I just sat the pot on the kettle
Dope gets hard when it settles
Can you visualize what I tell you
If you f*ck my guys when I tell her
Bring her back around like Coachella
I could never tell what I don't know
All of my real hitters on go
Had to stop f*cking bitches on broke
So I start making money off dope
My sis drink lick till the bar close
My dawg kill shit like the narcos
I fountain big drip wit the wardrobe
Avon got pitched
Stringer bell got knocked
A young hustler coming up like marlo
Lil bitch tryna get a nigga hard bro
Lil bitch tryna steal a nigga heart soul
Throwing fits
Cause I want buy her go-yard
Bitch thick bad
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
Had to stop turning cocaine
Most of my customers complained
Don't even trip it's the game
Made a reputation for my name
My gang gang do it for the change
My main dame suck it with no hands
This plain Jane cost a couple bands
Slang thangs selling all the grams
Can't tell lies if you know you know
All of my real hitters on go
Bitches still f*cking niggas on broke
So I stop tricking on these dog hoes
Yo sis suck dick like a freak hoe
My dawg hit licks in his street clothes
I still big drip like the heat on
And still want buy a bitch a go-yard
Yeah
Bitch thick bad
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
What I'm use to
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Bitch thick bad
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
Had to stop wearing fake chains
Most of my niggas gang bang
Guerrilla warfare in ghetto
I just sat the pot on the kettle
Dope gets hard when it settles
Can you visualize what I tell you
If you f*ck my guys when I tell her
Bring her back around like Coachella
I could never tell what I don't know
All of my real hitters on go
Had to stop f*cking bitches on broke
So I start making money off dope
My sis drink lick till the bar close
My dawg kill shit like the narcos
I fountain big drip wit the wardrobe
Avon got pitched
Stringer bell got knocked
A young hustler coming up like marlo
Lil bitch tryna get a nigga hard bro
Lil bitch tryna steal a nigga heart soul
Throwing fits
Cause I want buy her go-yard
Bitch thick bad
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
Had to stop turning cocaine
Most of my customers complained
Don't even trip it's the game
Made a reputation for my name
My gang gang do it for the change
My main dame suck it with no hands
This plain Jane cost a couple bands
Slang thangs selling all the grams
Can't tell lies if you know you know
All of my real hitters on go
Bitches still f*cking niggas on broke
So I stop tricking on these dog hoes
Yo sis suck dick like a freak hoe
My dawg hit licks in his street clothes
I still big drip like the heat on
And still want buy a bitch a go-yard
Yeah
Bitch thick bad
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
What I'm use to
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
Had to stop wearing fake chains
Most of my niggas gang bang
Guerrilla warfare in ghetto
I just sat the pot on the kettle
Dope gets hard when it settles
Can you visualize what I tell you
If you f*ck my guys when I tell her
Bring her back around like Coachella
I could never tell what I don't know
All of my real hitters on go
Had to stop f*cking bitches on broke
So I start making money off dope
My sis drink lick till the bar close
My dawg kill shit like the narcos
I fountain big drip wit the wardrobe
Avon got pitched
Stringer bell got knocked
A young hustler coming up like marlo
Lil bitch tryna get a nigga hard bro
Lil bitch tryna steal a nigga heart soul
Throwing fits
Cause I want buy her go-yard
Bitch thick bad
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
Had to stop turning cocaine
Most of my customers complained
Don't even trip it's the game
Made a reputation for my name
My gang gang do it for the change
My main dame suck it with no hands
This plain Jane cost a couple bands
Slang thangs selling all the grams
Can't tell lies if you know you know
All of my real hitters on go
Bitches still f*cking niggas on broke
So I stop tricking on these dog hoes
Yo sis suck dick like a freak hoe
My dawg hit licks in his street clothes
I still big drip like the heat on
And still want buy a bitch a go-yard
Yeah
Bitch thick bad
What I'm use to
Real big bag
What I'm use to
Dope boys trap
What I'm use to
Real big straps
What I'm use to
We don't ever tell
What we do do
Never help twelve out
With blues clues
Try to fix my mind
When its screws loose
I been going insane
Coo coo
What I'm use to
Writer: Clyde Turner
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