DSB2

Ugh yea ugh yea ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh yea Off the percocets and wockhardt Strap on a gun like a rockstar That nigga be talking shit but he not hard Smoking on gas and it's top notch Pole in my hand Make him dance like hop scotch Good gas in the trap that's zaza Me and your hoe connect like wifi Hit that boy with a stick like fa fa Me and EJ been running the streets You say that's your hoe but you ain't even seen The summer turnt cold got to keep you a heater Drugs in my body I turnt to a feen Im gonna hop in a caddy My hoe gone ride for a nigga like Maggie She put on my chain got her looking all happy Smoking on Shawn dead ass he gassy 30 round this choppa gon make alot of sound Heard we left Shawn dead ass on the ground Got damn that Shawn pack was loud I told that lil hoe that she bae She want to chill with me Chill with the gang He thought he could run from the bullets no way We gon hawk you down Have you screaming Ricky Chop with a big ole oh ho oh ho oh ho Riding round town with a big ole chop ARP on my waist gon send you to the doctor We gon send that boy to the heavenly father My pockets on 10 while your pockets on nada Pockets on nada Pockets on nada Pockets on nada yeah