Yaw

I like cash and bad bitches, too We got bags and we got fllrrddd, too Pop a tag, I'm tryna hit this coupe Like belt 2 ass I'm tryna hit his crew I see a opp and I, alright I see y'all up and I knock off his dreads Nigga play with me, Im going fed Like what you mean the brodies never scared And on the valley, I won't never tell I'm smokin' Cali, I put your mans in there Bad bitches in the club, I'm throwin' bands in here Broke opp, come and rock out, you just standing There Pork chop , ham-ass nigga, I can't stand a square Niggas mad, my bands gettin' bigger and they don't hand me downs Thick hoe, her daddy is the plug, so I'ma treat her right Hit it twice and that's what's the price, I need them bows tonight I always roll a seven on the dice, cause that's my niece name Niggas wasn't ready, started shootin' up the pregame Hit the block confetti, 4th of July, I call like three stains Like, how the f*ck he snitchin', but I'm still yellin' free sane Niggas really goofy's on the net, it ain't shit else to expect Bitch, I'm tryna hit your top, so why the f*ck you buy a vest Bitch, I'm shootin' out the Glock, Til Halliburton in it Pop a Perky with it, got the brodies, they merchin' with me Yea Nigga I know Murder Bitches Get up on your neck and do some dirty business Kemp got a curry in it, and on my momma never heard of niggas Hop up out the grass, my chop like Megan, I start a Pardi with it Slide the white boy, swear to God, we gettin' gnarly with it Bitch, I'm Raw as hell, I see my opps, it's like Bob Marley with me Bitch, I'm from the trenches, see a goofy Hop up out the V, you know I got extensions Real shooters, I control the court, y'all niggas warmin' benches Boys say, 82K, I don't know, I'm tryna complete the mission But you dapped up my mans, you thought that nigga was your friend Nigga, you hit that block once, I bet you won't hit that bitch again Promise you, hoppin' out with blick I'll hit your top, nigga, I'm hoppin' out with stick My fault, I got it wrong, my baught, you caught a case, you talk I'm chillin' with Fatboy, he got the Glock 19, he get your chalk Got the streets on hammer down, I done made some zombies walk Get a fuckboy tossed, nigga, you thought I was Randy Moss If he ain't talkin' bout the money, nigga, I can't even hear you talk Ain't gotta make another song, A Millie in my vault Ain't gon' lie, he did it first, so this a triple cross He tried to run from the fye, I knocked his kidneys off Nigga, all my opps together ain't worth a 50 ball Like, next nigga make a move and I'ma get him Like, I don't know where he went, I scoped his block, I barely spent His hoe said he on scary shit, so do I need to spare a bitch Hell no, I'ma bury shit, and on them licks, I carried shit But I can't say too much about it That hoe say she want rings, I told the little bitch, buy Audi Yaw Yaw before I hit, I check the mileage I gave the bitch the bread to shop, but I can't be your stylist Yaw Yaw, like my baby, you too childish And I'm the type to isolate and score up on the island Yo, yo, I hit the block and then rewind it I feel like I'm on transit, servin' monkeys out the diner Yo, yo