Hey There

When you up with a bag, gotta walk with a grip She got a beam just so I don't miss Trees on my body, gon' hop on the dick After I knock, she gon' back for a flick Her man wanna spin, but I tell her, don't trip Gang got extended, and she like sticks He finna drop, sound like a brick Hollows gon' rip, rip through his skin Rip up his skin like, rip up his skin like His man's finna drop, so he spinin that crib Caught him lacking that nigga a bitch Get back, gang, that nigga a snitch Bro got the chop like he Franklin sanctioned PNC dumb, baby, send me ya bankin and suck me up Cause the money I'm making come to the crib, be ready to shake it When I clear out the scene, better duck 30, I bang like Steven But that ain't enough to get even These hollows make sure he ain't breathing Glock with a beam, I'm in love with my gun Gang on your block and you know they gon' run Keep me a blick, come get with me If it's beef, bend it till he dizzy On the drill, start busting the glizzy If it's beef, lil' nigga, come link me Lil' bitch, she wanna kick it But I just wanna rump, I just wanna f*ck I don't wanna cuff Run up, get wet up Test these shells still hot in the winter And I bring that choppy whatever Lil' thotty get the drop on whoever Lil' thotty get the drop on whoever Yeah, she hold it in her purse Bet I put that boy up in the dirt Hollows hit him up, now he hurt Put a op name right on his shirt FTO, nigga, I'm sanctioned Can't love a bitch, that's a replacement When we link, kill the location Get naked, got no patience 30 on me, but I don't aim it Fiendin a blow, I be way too anxious Run up on me and I'm gon' spray shit Fuckin his hoe, but I don't say shit Hey, there, la-la, don't you worry about the distance I'm right there If you just love me, give me a song I'm not a bitch, and it brings you to high Listen to my voice, it's my time I'm by your side