Joggers

[00:00.01] I keep tryna pull up my pants (uh-huh)
[00:01.32] I got thirty thousand in my joggers (mmh)
[00:02.99] I got the pistol on the flight (the flight)
[00:04.80] I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
[00:06.01] That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hah)
[00:08.11] In the car with her head down, she noddin'
[00:09.55] And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
[00:11.22] 'Til I put this .45 on his noggin
[00:12.99] Fuck all that talkin', just put a few mil' on the table and give me a pen and I'm signin' (bitch)
[00:16.09] I just cut off my bitch (why?), 'cause you ain't really with me, be honest
[00:19.55] She know I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, she don't get steak and shrimp
[00:21.41] B done took a lil' bitch to McDonalds
[00:22.81] Put a bag on your motherfuckin' head, better watch what you said
[00:24.46] On my motherfuckin' pics and my comments (bitch)
[00:26.36] In the four I'm a motherfuckin' giant (huh)
[00:27.70] A king like a motherfuckin' lion (yeah)
[00:29.53] Oh, these lil' niggas act like they want that (uh-huh)
[00:31.56] We gon' slide in your DM's, we slidin'
[00:32.84] Better call up the homicide unit
[00:34.33] I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens
[00:36.38] They gon' make me come set this bitch off
[00:37.65] When I pull that bitch out it's too late to say sorry (uh-uh)
[00:39.42] Niggas thought I was pussy 'cause they heard me singin' to bitches like YK Osiris (hah)
[00:42.61] I got my mind on my money, let's run up some motherfuckin' commas (yeah)
[00:46.19] Let's go to the motherfuckin' bank (haha)
[00:47.78] Bitch, I'm from Charlotte, we blank (blank)
[00:49.67] Mama told me to pull up my pants (why?)
[00:51.16] Got them racks on me, mama, I can't (huh)
[00:52.86] I keep tryna pull up my pants
[00:54.40] I got thirty thousand in my joggers (yeah)
[00:56.16] I got the pistol on the flight (uh-huh)
[00:57.85] I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
[00:59.50] That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hmm)
[01:01.15] In the car with her head down, she noddin' (hmm)
[01:02.78] And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
[01:04.44] 'Til I put this .45 on his noggin
[01:06.14] Uh, I keep tryna pull up my pants (uh)
[01:07.91] This big forty hangin' out my joggers (uh)
[01:09.32] I grew up around them apartments
[01:11.43] Now I'm in LA like a Dodger (ooh)
[01:12.91] Won't beef over Tweets
[01:14.09] I send my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalkin' (get him out of there)
[01:16.02] Uh, leave him fresh to death in a coffin (uh)
[01:17.79] I'm on Runtz, from Cookie I'm coughin' (uh)
[01:19.52] Always up like I'm booted on molly (boot)
[01:21.28] These lil' niggas twelve, they talkin' (fuck)
[01:22.89] They can't keep up, Stunna a problem
[01:24.41] I can't keep these bitches off me (goddamn)
[01:26.04] Yeah, we bringin' eyes in the party
[01:27.87] Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry
[01:29.40] Fuck who? I beg your pardon (what?)
[01:31.09] Won't cop pleas when shit get started (nope)
[01:32.80] I keep tryna pull up my pants
[01:34.33] This big pistol hangin' out my joggers (wow)
[01:36.14] She eat dick when I land
[01:37.53] Hit from the back, she call me her father (ooh)
[01:39.37] For my bro, I'll take the stand
[01:41.06] Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor
[01:42.63] Big dogg, you lil' niggas is toddlers (yeah)
[01:44.40] On the way to the show in the Sprinter with choppers (grah, grah, grah)
[01:46.39] I keep tryna pull up my pants
[01:47.94] I got thirty thousand in my joggers (yeah)
[01:49.53] I got the pistol on the flight (uh-huh)
[01:51.33] I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
[01:52.84] That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hmm)
[01:54.51] In the car with her head down, she noddin' (hmm)
[01:56.13] And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
[01:58.00] 'Til I put this .45 on his noggin