FVT6

[BLOKKA $OLO]

Used to wanna be a balla
Swang an Impala

Swisher Sweet burnin'
All my niggas lurkin'
In his fuckin' coffin, got him tossin' and turnin'
Trigger finger twerkin'
6 shot Suburban
Actin' real hot so we wet em like he's surfin'
(Ahoy)
Put a cap on his head
Dodgin' fate now he dead
It's the fate that he chose
But I choose money, cash, hoes

Thought I told you it ain't no thang
Shit is real, not a game
Thought I told you it ain't no thang

I can't trust no one
Cause they'll take off on your mud
And I never ever pull my shit unless a body drops
He got mopped just for hangin'
Why you filming? You a cop
Bitches snitches too
Don't be putting this on Instagram, boo
Rolling-rolling dice up with my life
Bitch that's why I can't fuck with you
Sing it hoe
You ain't Ice Spice so get on your knees
We can't make no song hoe but I can make yo pussy cheese

Used to wanna be a balla
Swang an Impala
Bitch shake that ass for the fuckin' shot caller
Body drop
Body drop
Used to wanna be a balla
Swang an Impala
Bitch shake that ass for the fuckin' shot caller
Body drop
Body drop
Used to wanna be a balla
Swang an Impala
Bitch shake that ass for the fuckin' shot caller
Body drop
Body drop