Ibaka

I used to love being on that block nigga i treat it like work I used to make sum shake like a bitch when she twerking I gotta make a play tomorrow just to get her a birkin And I love to make sum money I hustle like I'm hurtin And These days I got no filter I be talking my shit Gotta catch em by surprise I got The drop on that bitch And if they ain't been there firm day one they gone flip like a switch When I come through with the chicken bitch you know it's legit And I stayed up in the field, like a nigga was a starter I will leave a nigga stapled like I'm Vince no carter Please don't make me have to line Singh's up No barber I remember all them days I was riding the Marta Now I'm in a Drop top Stang Call it the headless horseman I gotta get my money up cus I been looking at porches I gotta Eat they not gone feed me I got ta get my portion If I want it I'm gone get it that's the end of the story Used to moving by myself because a nigga be lonely I do what I gotta do I put that on my big homie There go 12 Iet me make sure I ain got nothing on me I'm feeling like Kobe man these niggas can't hold me I bet you love going to the bank Hell yea She said I got on new panties what ya think Hell yea I gotta get money what you mean Hell yea I tryna get paid Imma fiend But ion Care Break up text She gettin hurt Make up sex I'll make it work The ops Coming We gotta move Pick em off Like a corner do Shop closed Bitch What ya mean Open up I got the green I got the white Don't fck wit black Don't fck wit clear I got the beans Give a nigga surgery but you know I ain no doctor I'm on what you on Oh let's do it like I'm Flocka I'm a butcher or you a tree make no difference imma chop ya I will come through with the blocka like Ibaka wet ya block up