7Six2 (feat. Paxx)

Why you talkin' on the net, like that nigga know my shit I got a lot of fuckin' hits, on my mafuckin' bitch Still alive to get these tits, , 556 gone get make em sit I run around and get you hit, in your GE, don't need no stick I'm here with a jack, play with me, you goin out sad yea yea He all talk, but he got a lot of bags , yea yea Push that button and that whip go hella fast, yea yea Lean Codeine, I don't even sip, but I might pass, yea yea Might go overseas, huh, bad bitch on her knees She said that she need me, but don't talk guapanese This a poem for my mom, man, I hate when you died I'll be with that stick, I'll run around with that fire This a poem for my mom, man, I hate when you died I'll be with that stick, I'll run around with that fire Nigga ain't got no sticks, man, that shit was a lie She couldn't do some tricks, but I really was tired That shit don't miss, yeah, yeah, man, they sit down, down What the f*ck is this nigga on about Yeah, midday, they keep callin' my phone from midday Yeah, that bitch with me next day, she just tryna re-up on me Cause they ain't no fed, I got my boots on, tryna get killed Yeah, 716.2, they want you buzzed, yeah, think they shit 716.2, yeah, they want you buzzed, they think that shit Big box, they got soldiers, they gon' do some shit, I will Black top, king of the court, you can meet me at the top of the hill Custard on my lap, I'm drivin' fat, no, I can't spill Yeah, nice, yeah, what