Post Up

What, I ain't even walked in and these hoes all on my dick Is it that cash that I be stalking or is it cuz I'm fresh as shit I just might crash I see him walking I don't even care if he with his bitch And if you bad, I just wanna f*ck your hell, nah I ain't buying shit Nah, I ain't tricking on these bitches, what I look like I grab my glock start itching on em', if someshit don't seem right Got setup hoes, we sicking on em' cuz I know that nigga gon' bite Yeah, this shit chess, not checkers, get a scratcher, playing with your life Yeah, that track ain't bulletproof, bitch This hoe was playing on my top so I went got a new bitch Just like a floor, you can't get mopped, yeah, we slide like a new hit These niggas asking me to drop, cuz that boy harder than a brick This new Gen 5 it ain't a prop and this bitch came with a switch That was my partner, he got locked, then turned to a snitch I don't even know if, I want this glock, this fn or that stick Mane this hoe crazy, I was just blocked, now I'm hitting this bitch with dick You better not post up at that store without your motherfucking gun I walk them down just like the Slenderman, I'm making niggas run My niggas spinning like a ceiling fan, I'm paying for they bond Man, I'm getting tired of this killing, man, I just wanna have fun Wanna have fun Spin on block and he wrecked, hit at ya neck This glock bi-sexual, knowing, boy ima flex Drop me a check, go pick up a Vette, yeah Knew a young nigga wasn't trippin, I pull out my dick, that bitch got wet Don't give a f*ck, I ain't listen, I'm kicking her out, I don't need no se Yeah, get freaky as f*ck, when I see my bitch, she throwing that ass, I caress Yeah, no cap, these niggas had thought I was lying when I told them my bitch was the best, Drop, smack from the back Yediyea, cut him off at the light, that's a bet Yeah, get sneaky as f*ck, when I'm on the lick on point, I ain't going for that, That's how It sound, when I shoot my Gat, Hollon Yea, yea, yea I caught my opp, he ran a flat You know LO, gone catch a hat And I won't say too much, but I looked at his work, and he a rat You bet not post up at that store without your motherfucking gun I walk them down just like the slender man, I'm making niggas run My niggas spinning like a ceiling fan, I'm paying for they bond Man, I'm getting tired of this killing, man, I just wanna have fun