kodiene krazy

If your boy pull up, we might just go blow that boy We got real deal straps, lil' nigga, this not no toy They ask why he hate, cause I know that nigga poor Choppa, it go dumping got these niggas hittin' the floor Choppa cook these boys like lunch I got all these hoes like bunch No she fucked my mans, that hunch I'm smokin' that double dutch I like that bitch, she a munch I smoke gas, he smoke runtz I put that red in my punch Niggas lame, these niggas suck My bro, we just count up Spent my drink, lil' bitch fucked up I got gas, I stink like stunk Talkin' shit, lil' bitch, pull up I think I got him shook, Yeah Check my diamonds up, Nah He not with that bruh We might send him up Send him to the Lord Can't f*ck, this bitch bornin I'm just up just pourin You can't come back here I've been getting paid all year God the only man I fear They mad I passed up my peers Sippin'drank can't steer That's what my bitch for, bodies hit the floor We got hella guns, good lord Fuckin, on your bitch on tour That's why she pull up for I been with my bruh pourin four Niggas mad cause they poor If your boy pull up, we might just go blow that boy We got real deal straps, lil' nigga, this not no toy They ask why he hate, cause I know that nigga poor Choppa, it go dumping got these niggas hittin' the floor