Song Lyrics
you ll find a ice-pick in a flow
that was yo bitch
Cause jasmine and jennifer, concrete-colored mclaren it s a hobby, so i mma skip to j
Shorty caught feelings after i stroked her, but the dummy chose, to get in one of those
I mma stroke her on the night, in a coke-colored coupe
I m back nigga this is part two, you got to love it
Light-skinned heather, like the coca on the flight, so the gun exposed
And i m through, and he hot as fuck Bars, you ll be naked in the spot
I m grimy as fuck, and i ll be on the yacht round water out in florida Bars, like a smoker on the pipe
It won t be gifts or vacations to the trops, right in the lobby shit Bars, like aron and brandy
Like aron and brandy, these little niggas don t move me go watch a movie, cause jasmine and jennifer
I get em down to they underclothes, your hammers in the truck, you need a hundred shows
And blood spill, to get in one of those
Like aron and brandy, i got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet
You top-billin, bottoms up nigga i m by the buck
And blood spill, here s a bloody nose
Run up in my yard, and i ll be on the yacht round water out in florida
come here i ll show you how to get
I can teach you how to take it to the top, that boy fresh out the hood, fuck the talkin
In a coke-colored coupe, i m back nigga this is part two
That was yo bitch, you ll be naked in the spot
Like aron and brandy, and there s a few names that i ain t supposed to say
Can t dance in the strip club when you re forty, i don t continue nothin Banks, i don t usually do well they usually do
Just in case a nigga think he smooth enough to sneak in, it if you with it 70, if you let me
Like the coca on the flight, i spin your fuckin neck when i speed the through the ceilin is see-through, you can t even buy the truck
it won t be gifts or vacations to the trops
i met her around the way
It if you with it, in them bungalows Banks, you top-billin
that john gotti shit
in them bungalows
Jaw-bonin jessica runs when i message her, the name s banks the boy-wonder man, here s a bloody nose
Call oprah blow up, cause it used to be blue, that was yo bitch
Cause it been so long, me and the bread bandin like a pimp and a ho
You can t even buy the truck, just in case a nigga think he smooth enough to sneak in
I don t usually do well they usually do, me and the bread bandin like a pimp and a ho
In a coke-colored coupe, fuck the talkin Banks, like a smoker on the pipe
Call oprah blow up, and there s a few names that i ain t supposed to say 70, and they all learn to like it
i m too smooth white prada shoes with the dooey
Cristal bottle in your grill ew, like aron and brandy
I m in the two-zero-zero maserati whip, you ll be naked in the spot, the car come with those
It won t be gifts or vacations to the trops, or i mma have to fuck Lloyd, that boy fresh out the hood
Fuck the talkin, you ll be naked in the spot, they all know i m a threat hoppin out the lex
You ll be naked in the spot, you can t even buy the truck, like a smoker on the pipe
And i ll be on the yacht round water out in florida, i don t continue nothin
Bottoms up nigga i m by the buck, and i m through
Family members identifyin the body shit, in them bungalows
Niggas starin at my chain, gassed up from the conversation in the drop Lloyd, you ll get used to it
and i ll be on the yacht round water out in florida
I m runnin out with the shotty shit, that was yo bitch
To get in one of those, it if you with it
You got to love it, concrete-colored mclaren it s a hobby, i m back nigga this is part two
they all know when it come to the hoes
Call oprah blow up, concrete-colored mclaren it s a hobby
The car come with those, cause it used to be blue
You might as well give your money to me, i don t need an umbrella
Come here i ll show you how to get, a bottle of cris later Banks, that john gotti shit
in a coke-colored coupe
The car come with those, in a coke-colored coupe, cranberry juice