Panhandling lyrics

by

Bris


[Intro]
(Damn, Zay, how you do that sh*t?)
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy

[Chorus]
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that sh*t really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my b*tch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milli first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic

[Verse 1]
I can get real sneaky, I'm tricky dance moves
I be dancin' in these Jordans, ain't no dance shoes
I be in the ling ling yard like some bamboo
Left somethin' white up in her hair, wasn't shampoo
My glizzy look like Bubba Ridge, it got muscles on it
It was buttnaked, I put some jeans, a belt buckle on it
Nina come with everything, a beam and a muzzle on it
Just in case my target get too far, I can hit opponents
Car jack and lift your car up, I attach a pole
n*ggas can't drive on the road, I make him bap his load
Kada got crosses on his face, he'll snatch your soul
Now you in the oven cookin' up like a casserole
I be paranoid, you blow your nose, I might blow the chopper
n*ggas want beef, I got shells like a tostada
You ain't for this gang, ain't Fruitridge if you ain't know Poppa
I was startin' five, shooting guard on that old roster
[Chorus]
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that sh*t really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my b*tch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milli first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic

[Verse 2]
Ayy, all you n*ggas lyin', I run you down, I got cheetah paws
'Member when I hit your phone collect and you ain't see the call
IG bankers be on the 'net, they don't be involved
Last kid, he threw up sucker sh*t, I blew his pinky off
Ayy, they gon' f*ck these b*tches when I can't, that's what my brothers for
When I catch a sucker, always pray, then I up the score
I believe in Ant, Pop, and Bub, I can't love the Lord
I just threw a rope on this K, we play tug of war
Have your shooter step on me, I blow like a landmine
I be throwin' up Fruitridge Blood with a hand sign
And I'm masked up for the drill like Mankind
If you ever say I ain't True Story, you a damn lie
Gotta play it safe and ride with K on the interstate
All he heard was, "Pah-pah-pah," then the windows break
Glass breakin', soundin' like I dropped a dinner plate
Hit the gas, do the dash, tryna win a race
[Chorus]
The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that sh*t really hurt
EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt
Have my b*tch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milli first
Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling
I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic
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