Who dat b icy
Dats me
I got the recipe
What ever you need
Told shorty relax
You just gotta breath
Srt
Speeding on da high way
Bad bitch
Yelling out mob
Live by 3 words
Him
Or me
And and nigga catch
Know I went out blasting
These niggas on a diets
I be smoking shit
You can smell through the plastic
And I keep work flipping
Remind me of gemnastic
All off finesse game
But I gotta talk to em
If I got a prob wit em I walk up
Put the Hawk to em
I just the gram
And finesse
I just hit bank
With a Check
I just got my jeweler
For flex
I just fucked your bitch
Want next
Baby
We smoke big blunts
We don’t fuck with dem
We so wavy
Bout to moon walk
Pocket big talk
I’m a big dog
Rufff
What you say Lil nigga
You I been flexed up
I been a finesser
Pockets full of extra
Tell ya nigga ketchup
Big block Engine
Spin ya block tear ya ass up
And then I come right back
Like I never left
Move right
Move you dancing
Wit a start
We sit shotgun
And link up at the stars baby
These niggas moving in place
They ain’t going far babe
I can put you in Celine
Behind that new rath
And I don’t fuck wit
2 many nights n
Cuz to b 2 faced
All off pints of the lean
I got a new safe
And no you can’t see what’s in it
That’s y the cars tented
Never rented
They don’t know who in it
Baby
I ain’t a pimp
I’ma lover
I ain’t a fighter
Ima Shooter
If you stay to long I might lose ya
She be like geeked up ?
I be like I might be
Leaning off high grabe
Drinking Duce
Like ice tea
I be digging bitches
You call wifey
Heavy blood
Don’t take em litely
Bing