Politics lyrics

[Chorus: Esparo]
Yeah, yeah, oh
Y'all get money, y'all get b*tches, huh?
Y'all them n*ggas who get rowdy
Run the city with them blicks, huh?
Oh, y'all get packs, y'all get pieces, huh?
Caught a fed case, it ain't no bet
I know they n*ggas snitchin', huh?
Bad b*tch, you independent, huh?
But you want me to buy you a new booty
New titties and a Fendi, huh?
Oh, I'm just checkin', I ain't trippin', huh?
He wants some smoke but we ain't trippin', huh?

[Verse 1: Esparo]
I been catchin' a whole lotta n*ggas frontin' in my hood
Had to get it on my own, ain't no frontin' in my hood
b*tch, you pus*y, I'm gon' stand by that
Come get up in my 'Wood, my boys in the hood
We stay iced out, our Cubans good
They be like, "Esparo, I see you on now"
n*ggas sleep when I was broke but n*ggas got my songs now
So, you Durkio up in them trenches, you got a pawn now
n*gga, I'm gang, gang, gang
And I'm gripped up, get you gone now, come f*ck around
Look, I never was the type, but let's just finish this sh*t
Fu gon' get the 'K, he gon' start kickin' and sh*t
I'm just in the meetin', talkin' business and sh*t
And you just in your pockets and your feelings, lil' b*tch
[Chorus: Esparo & King Von]
Yeah, yeah, oh
Y'all get money, y'all get b*tches, huh?
Y'all them n*ggas who get rowdy
Run the city with them blicks, huh?
Oh, y'all get packs, y'all get pieces, huh?
Caught a fed case, it ain't no bet
I know they n*ggas snitchin', huh?
Bad b*tch, you independent, huh?
But you want me to buy you a new booty
New titties and a Fendi, huh?
Oh, I'm just checkin', I ain't trippin', huh?
He wants some smoke but we ain't trippin', huh? (Von)

[Verse 2: King Von]
King Von, I'm the hottest in the city
I just went and bought a chain, might just go and buy a Bentley
I got Glocks, I got choppas, I got semis
I done smoked so many n*ggas that them n*ggas still with me
I got hoes in every city, shows the only time I visit
Hoes never come up missin', I'm to scared to leave a witness
I got Youngin in the kitchen, shorty f*ckin' up the dishes
Shoes, shirt, hat, Givenchy, jacket, socks, pants, Amiri, n*gga
Huh? Jacket, socks, pants, Amiri, n*gga
I hit yo' block like two, three times and leave you teary, n*gga
I put them bands up on yo' head like Jason Terry, n*gga
This sh*t gets scary, n*gga
[Verse 3: Esparo]
I just cashed out on a new whip and my opps finna back out
On this f*ck n*gga in his spot, where the cash at?
Know my young n*ggas got the drop
Do the dash, dash, do a f*ckin' 90$ block
So if it ain't about that sh*t, my n*gga, just don't go talk about it
When a n*gga get to talkin', we just heard it got a drop
b*tch, I know, I came from nothin', f*ck you talkin' now I got it
Ain't it ironic that he talkin', that he slippin and we slidin'

[Chorus: Esparo]
Yeah, yeah, oh
Y'all get money, y'all get b*tches, huh?
Y'all them n*ggas who get rowdy
Run the city with them blicks, huh?
Oh, y'all get packs, y'all get pieces, huh?
Caught a fed case, it ain't no bet
I know they n*ggas snitchin', huh?
Bad b*tch, you independent, huh?
But you want me to buy you a new booty
New titties and a Fendi, huh?
Oh, I'm just checkin', I ain't trippin', huh?
He wants some smoke but we ain't trippin', huh?