Smore

If we bump into the opps it ain't shit to talk about In a fast car dark tint got the choppa out Pull up got the whole band with me tryna rock it out F*ck a drive by park the car then we hopping out You can't claim 75 you ain't hit the road Put anything in my hands I can get it sold Keep my own gun on me I know I ain't finna fold Go to any hood that I want name good as gold Hit the city make 50 now I gotta leave I don't play around with the but I got the trees Shot going in every time cause I got the beam Pass the AK to my dog let the choppa swing Yeah idk nobody that can f*ck with me Betta know it's stuck if you ever say it's up with me Told brody imma get us rich put yo trust in me In the crib talking to myself don't do company But I ain't never fully solo I be with the stick Stacked up got a 1000 beans let's go to the sticks Camera on the tv in the spot I ain't watching flicks Shooter got a roll on em' too that's from taking hits Dub on that lil boy head we ain't seen em' since Grab what I want when I shop I don't penny pinch Told cuz stack 90 days that's gone get em lit Run through the bag catch a flight I can city switch Take the bag state to state this a world tour In the trap house scaling bows on that wood floor Blew through the bag quick as hell bouta sell more Bro done mixed the white with the brown made a real smore Bro done mixed the highs with the lows we got mids now Used to f*ck with that lil hoe I'm on her friend now She ain't f*ck with me back then but a fan now I don't wanna 100 no mo I need a M now By this time next year I need a mil ticket If I ever got down on you nigga deal with it I can hit a nigga babymomma I got real chicken Feel like Pluto I don't give a f*ck if they real sistas