Off top, chargin' extra for a rock
Finessin' all I know, that's how I grew up on my block
How you think I filled my shoebox up with knots?
Was thuggin' on the block, I ain't wanna punch a clock
I was gettin' bands while ya mans was gettin' hot
Sold my .22, he the reason I bought the Glock
Pop, one false move ya get shot
Catch me slippin', going with a smile like I'm Pac
Just want a bone, I'm a dog, nah I'm a beast
'Cause when I drop this dick, bet you tear up the sheets
'Cause when I drop this dick, bet you come back for more
I'ma come back 'til you suck me 'til ya throat sore
Aye, aye, aye ho nigga
Might just make you my bae
Just playin' hoe, come let me nut in yo' face
Nigga play with me I'ma knock off his face
Call Draco and Tae, they gon' let that bih spray
Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang
No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
If we really beefin' why you put it on the 'Gram
If we really beefin' why you ain't thinkin' 'bout ya man, or ya fam
Can't catch you, they gettin' blammed
Easy to touch you, I don't gotta use my hands
Easy to touch you nigga when you got them bands
Nigga be hatin', lowkey he just a fan
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Off top, chargin' extra for a rock Finessin' all I know, that's how I grew up on my block How you think I filled my shoebox up with knots? Was thuggin' on the block, I ain't wanna punch a clock I was gettin' bands while ya mans was gettin' hot Sold my .22, he the reason I bought the Glock Pop, one false move ya get shot Catch me slippin', going with a smile like I'm Pac Just want a bone, I'm a dog, nah I'm a beast 'Cause when I drop this dick, bet you tear up the sheets 'Cause when I drop this dick, bet you come back for more I'ma come back 'til you suck me 'til ya throat sore Aye, aye, aye ho nigga Might just make you my bae Just playin' hoe, come let me nut in yo' face Nigga play with me I'ma knock off his face Call Draco and Tae, they gon' let that bih spray Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range If we really beefin' why you put it on the 'Gram If we really beefin' why you ain't thinkin' 'bout ya man, or ya fam Can't catch you, they gettin' blammed Easy to touch you, I don't gotta use my hands Easy to touch you nigga when you got them bands Nigga be hatin', lowkey he just a fan
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