Mottorola phone I ain’t worried bout no opps
Ok, mottorola I ain’t worried bout no opps
Don’t try me lil nigga risk your life you’ll get shot
Shooting from the hip, close my eyes let shit pop
I keep gang by my side we tote guns watch your clock
Four beams blastin niggas
Your bitch gassing niggas
I don’t give a fuck about you niggas
I get guap, your bitch watch while I’m dancing nigga
Hit my walk with your bitch on my block
Hit my walk with my bitch on your block
Don’t get caught at that light throw some stacks on your head
I don’t got to get up I make stacks from my bed
Shorty love me that neck I ain’t ask for no head
They ain’t pay me no mind back before I got bread
But I had to come up on a bitch (Hey)
Now they tryna choose up on the kid (Hey)
Shorty want me because I’m popping
Running out of luck with the bitch (Hey)
Shorty wanna kick it I’m a sensei
I was plotting uon a million back in 10th grade
Joke broke motherfuckers know I’ve been paid
I’ve been running up a check for like 10 days
Hit my walk with your bitch on my block
Hit my walk with my bitch on your block
From the flat moving Ps like im supposed to
Niggas talk, wrong time, boy I told you
I got niggas in the back, boy he’ll off you
Don’t give a fuck about life niggas don’t care nigga we off you
I got lean in my cup it got me on my rear
Don’t give a fuck about no nigga pop shots and you scared
Hit my walk with your bitch on my block
Hit my walk with my bitch on your block