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(Skipass, you a fool for this one)
I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
Back to the biz' with flood on our wrists
Bank of America, bands on the strips
Go 'head and cuff, I ain't stand the bitch
Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee
I'm studio workin' on top of my crib
Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon
Nah, he ain't snitchin', he doin' his cities
Bitch I'm from nine, from home, just show me some millions
Showin' the Wraith, they showin' the Bentley
My partner in the crib and they roll like some Heely's
I heard the weed you sellin' is shitty
We smokin' on dank, ZaZa what we dealin'
Nah, I ain't playin' no games with you
We sendin' the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot
Know me and the dawgs in the building so we gotta kill the kitty
We can make it out, what you talkin' 'bout?
Flexin' through it on the 'Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out
I'll never go out like Bow Wow
Virgil, Off-White when I pop out
Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out
Yeah, I'm gettin' trill with the top off
See if you gon' shoot it when it pop off
Take my jewelry, yeah, I'm flyin' to the baubau
I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
Balmain rips, I guess it's the Balmain drip
And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment
Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming
This a forty-two with the big Balenci', but it look size ten
I'm with some shottas, don dadas right from the mourn, and they gon' spray
I got the spotlight and I ain't paranoid, it's okay
One by the court nigga we buy them all, we the bottom boys
Real drip, baby, I'm the baddest I can be
Nigga, on the paddock 'cause you know you ain't street
Wet the block, shoot three hundred like Reese
Nigga changed more than the change in the beat
Put a freak ho back in a freak
Bitches made friends 'cause they all on knees
How they gon' trip when they all on weed?
How they gon' trip when they all on me?
Ayy, StickBaby pour a deuce of the lean
Went Meek Mill's with the Championship ring
I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
Back to the biz' with flood on our wrists
Bank of America, bands on the strips
Go 'head and cuff, I ain't stand the bitch
Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee
I'm studio workin' on top of my crib
Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon
Nah, he ain't snitchin', he doin' his cities
Bitch I'm from nine, from home, just show me some millions
Showin' the Wraith, they showin' the Bentley
My partner in the crib and they roll like some Heely's
I heard the weed you sellin' is shitty
We smokin' on dank, ZaZa what we dealin'
Nah, I ain't playin' no games with you
We sendin' the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot
Know me and the dawgs in the building so we gotta kill the kitty
We can make it out, what you talkin' 'bout?
Flexin' through it on the 'Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out
I'll never go out like Bow Wow
Virgil, Off-White when I pop out
Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out
Yeah, I'm gettin' trill with the top off
See if you gon' shoot it when it pop off
Take my jewelry, yeah, I'm flyin' to the baubau
I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
Balmain rips, I guess it's the Balmain drip
And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment
Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming
This a forty-two with the big Balenci', but it look size ten
I'm with some shottas, don dadas right from the mourn, and they gon' spray
I got the spotlight and I ain't paranoid, it's okay
One by the court nigga we buy them all, we the bottom boys
Real drip, baby, I'm the baddest I can be
Nigga, on the paddock 'cause you know you ain't street
Wet the block, shoot three hundred like Reese
Nigga changed more than the change in the beat
Put a freak ho back in a freak
Bitches made friends 'cause they all on knees
How they gon' trip when they all on weed?
How they gon' trip when they all on me?
Ayy, StickBaby pour a deuce of the lean
Went Meek Mill's with the Championship ring
I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins
One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.00] (Skipass, you a fool for this one)
[00:14.34] I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
[00:16.19] Water on me, get a ship
[00:17.97] My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
[00:21.59] My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
[00:25.22] You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
[00:28.62] His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
[00:32.34] L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
[00:35.78] Accepted the money, accepted my sins
[00:39.29] One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
[00:42.63] Back to the biz' with flood on our wrists
[00:44.33] Bank of America, bands on the strips
[00:46.03] Go 'head and cuff, I ain't stand the bitch
[00:47.77] Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee
[00:49.55] I'm studio workin' on top of my crib
[00:51.26] Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon
[00:52.78] Nah, he ain't snitchin', he doin' his cities
[00:54.54] Bitch I'm from nine, from home, just show me some millions
[00:56.61] Showin' the Wraith, they showin' the Bentley
[00:58.32] My partner in the crib and they roll like some Heely's
[01:00.04] I heard the weed you sellin' is shitty
[01:01.73] We smokin' on dank, ZaZa what we dealin'
[01:03.52] Nah, I ain't playin' no games with you
[01:05.21] We sendin' the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot
[01:07.11] Know me and the dawgs in the building so we gotta kill the kitty
[01:11.23] We can make it out, what you talkin' 'bout?
[01:12.51] Flexin' through it on the 'Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out
[01:14.72] I'll never go out like Bow Wow
[01:16.49] Virgil, Off-White when I pop out
[01:18.26] Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out
[01:19.98] Yeah, I'm gettin' trill with the top off
[01:21.79] See if you gon' shoot it when it pop off
[01:23.05] Take my jewelry, yeah, I'm flyin' to the baubau
[01:25.41] I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
[01:26.90] Water on me, get a ship
[01:28.32] My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
[01:32.34] My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
[01:35.88] You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
[01:39.34] His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
[01:42.97] L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
[01:46.49] Accepted the money, accepted my sins
[01:50.00] One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
[01:53.61] Balmain rips, I guess it's the Balmain drip
[01:57.09] And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment
[02:00.60] Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming
[02:04.13] This a forty-two with the big Balenci', but it look size ten
[02:06.84] I'm with some shottas, don dadas right from the mourn, and they gon' spray
[02:10.21] I got the spotlight and I ain't paranoid, it's okay
[02:13.88] One by the court nigga we buy them all, we the bottom boys
[02:18.65] Real drip, baby, I'm the baddest I can be
[02:19.99] Nigga, on the paddock 'cause you know you ain't street
[02:21.78] Wet the block, shoot three hundred like Reese
[02:23.54] Nigga changed more than the change in the beat
[02:25.29] Put a freak ho back in a freak
[02:27.07] Bitches made friends 'cause they all on knees
[02:28.81] How they gon' trip when they all on weed?
[02:30.61] How they gon' trip when they all on me?
[02:32.38] Ayy, StickBaby pour a deuce of the lean
[02:34.13] Went Meek Mill's with the Championship ring
[02:35.53] I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
[02:37.41] Water on me, get a ship
[02:39.00] My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
[02:42.99] My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
[02:46.45] You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
[02:49.97] His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
[02:53.53] L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
[02:57.00] Accepted the money, accepted my sins
[03:00.57] One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
[03:04.91]
[00:14.34] I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
[00:16.19] Water on me, get a ship
[00:17.97] My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
[00:21.59] My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
[00:25.22] You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
[00:28.62] His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
[00:32.34] L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
[00:35.78] Accepted the money, accepted my sins
[00:39.29] One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
[00:42.63] Back to the biz' with flood on our wrists
[00:44.33] Bank of America, bands on the strips
[00:46.03] Go 'head and cuff, I ain't stand the bitch
[00:47.77] Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee
[00:49.55] I'm studio workin' on top of my crib
[00:51.26] Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon
[00:52.78] Nah, he ain't snitchin', he doin' his cities
[00:54.54] Bitch I'm from nine, from home, just show me some millions
[00:56.61] Showin' the Wraith, they showin' the Bentley
[00:58.32] My partner in the crib and they roll like some Heely's
[01:00.04] I heard the weed you sellin' is shitty
[01:01.73] We smokin' on dank, ZaZa what we dealin'
[01:03.52] Nah, I ain't playin' no games with you
[01:05.21] We sendin' the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot
[01:07.11] Know me and the dawgs in the building so we gotta kill the kitty
[01:11.23] We can make it out, what you talkin' 'bout?
[01:12.51] Flexin' through it on the 'Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out
[01:14.72] I'll never go out like Bow Wow
[01:16.49] Virgil, Off-White when I pop out
[01:18.26] Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out
[01:19.98] Yeah, I'm gettin' trill with the top off
[01:21.79] See if you gon' shoot it when it pop off
[01:23.05] Take my jewelry, yeah, I'm flyin' to the baubau
[01:25.41] I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
[01:26.90] Water on me, get a ship
[01:28.32] My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
[01:32.34] My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
[01:35.88] You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
[01:39.34] His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
[01:42.97] L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
[01:46.49] Accepted the money, accepted my sins
[01:50.00] One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
[01:53.61] Balmain rips, I guess it's the Balmain drip
[01:57.09] And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment
[02:00.60] Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming
[02:04.13] This a forty-two with the big Balenci', but it look size ten
[02:06.84] I'm with some shottas, don dadas right from the mourn, and they gon' spray
[02:10.21] I got the spotlight and I ain't paranoid, it's okay
[02:13.88] One by the court nigga we buy them all, we the bottom boys
[02:18.65] Real drip, baby, I'm the baddest I can be
[02:19.99] Nigga, on the paddock 'cause you know you ain't street
[02:21.78] Wet the block, shoot three hundred like Reese
[02:23.54] Nigga changed more than the change in the beat
[02:25.29] Put a freak ho back in a freak
[02:27.07] Bitches made friends 'cause they all on knees
[02:28.81] How they gon' trip when they all on weed?
[02:30.61] How they gon' trip when they all on me?
[02:32.38] Ayy, StickBaby pour a deuce of the lean
[02:34.13] Went Meek Mill's with the Championship ring
[02:35.53] I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip
[02:37.41] Water on me, get a ship
[02:39.00] My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels
[02:42.99] My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
[02:46.45] You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
[02:49.97] His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
[02:53.53] L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
[02:57.00] Accepted the money, accepted my sins
[03:00.57] One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips
[03:04.91]