[intro]
Aye, Its gang sh*t
(Vuitton x6)
[Chorus]
She blow a n*gga like hot soup
I might hit you with the ak too
n*gga i run the school
f*cking these b*tches they baddies too
Im not no n*gga with attitude
Bad b*tch im after you
Stupid n*gga hit him with the stick
If you lackin imma take ya b*tch
Loui bag with my loui fit
Its larry vuitton up in this b*tch
[verse]
I sell a bean for the 5
I sell a gram for the 10
Pull up wit AR in benz
Make a n*gga freeze and put up his hands
Break a n*gga neck like a stick
Bad b*tch she can get tha di*k
I cop a pound and i smoke it
I got a b*tch and she dumb thick
Pints in so i get some ice
Can't pour up tha wop without no sprite
Thought he was my n*gga but he was a dyke
My dreads long like a gucci stripe
Fat blunt i just needa light
My di*k good like dirty rice
She ride slow but that ain my type
I bust a nut needa wet wipe
He say he shoot but he choke
I new this n*gga was a joke
I took yo b*tch when i was broke
Now im flexing on these lil ass hoes
He said he was bringing his n*ggas
I pick up my choppa lets go
Banana clip full of ammo
Ain enough i need sum more
Shootin these bullets they slo mo
b*tch im go mode you already know tho
Yo b*tch just might hop in the whip
Me and my n*ggas might flip
Or she could dance on my di*k
Smoke some gas not the nic
Like soccer i kick
Kickin yo b*tch out my crib
How a real n*gga live
Take advice or some tips
Grills shine like eclipse
She eat a n*gga like chips
I fw blood not brips
Diamonds soo cold like some ice
You gon rob me think twice
If you want to we can fight
I mix purple with tha sprite
Get a young b*tch that i like
I pull up quick in the rari
Black horse on the logo
n*gga its fendi not phony
I f*ck with yo b*tch and it ain on the low low
I eat yo b*tch with a chopstick
Hit you n*ggas with the mopstick
Her pus*y i popped it
I ballout when im f*ckin shoppin (aye)
Wait 30 needa reup
Yo b*tch got a b cup
Work hard for yo bread
I sit back and put my feet up (aye)
n*gga my bullets go far n*gga
n*gga yo bullets go nowhere
Hurt a n*gga too bad
Made that n*gga need healthcare
Swear to god i dont care
Man yo b*tch really been everywhere
I got the F like its February
You got the L like yo name ain larry
(Aye x2)
[Chorus]
She blow a n*gga like hot soup
I might hit you wit tha ak too
n*gga i run the school
f*cking these b*tches they baddies too
Im not no n*gga w attitude
Bad b*tch im after you
Stupid n*gga hit him with the stick
If you lackin imma take ya b*tch
Loui bag with my loui fit
Its larry vuitton up in this b*tch