Free them boys, my bad
Stoop, go stupid
Free them motherfuckin boys, bitch
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Informants, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag what bag?, Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton yeah, niggas hoes, bro bitch, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine cook his ass, hello?
Whats that in the air? We call that opp pack opp pack
How he sellin that and he aint dropped shit? Nigga, how?
Whats that in the air? We call that block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
And blow that bitch shit down
Turntest nigga in the city, he a 4
I came up off of pills, bitch, and reds, meds, leads
These niggas in the city all hoes yall hoes
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams
Maybach with a driver yeah, fork and a stick
Im a God, rip this whole shit down til I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I aint the turntest, bitches be liars lyin ass
Same freak on a flyer
Free Woo, hope it aint in the feds when I see Woo
Five big bodies in bout three coupes
Still supplyin, Im sellin free juice
Bitch, we is never equals at all
Fuck a nigga hatin on me
And fuck a nigga hatin on RIC, still yellin Free Ski hit em deep
Doggy bone, bitch, whered it be?
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Niggas pointers, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag what bag?, Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton, niggas hoes, bro bitch, I swear to God
If he a five, book his ass and call one of mine cook his ass
Whats that in the air? We call that opp pack opp pack
How he sellin that and he aint dropped shit? Nigga, how?
Ever run into em, Ima blow his ass down, biotch yeah, yeah, yeah
Warnin, yeah, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin
Warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin
Warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin, warnin
When I catch that boy, Im gon step Im gon step
I had dove in that water and I turned
To Michael Phelps turn to Michael Phelps
I built that shit by myself myself
When I seen its almost built, they went to ask me, can they help
They say, You talk to such and such? Fuck no fuck no
What you gon do to such and such? Gun blow pop, pop
This AK not a mini, its a jumbo
Choppa bullets look like crayons, color on your front door
Opp pack opp pack, opp pack
I dont smoke, but I done made a couple opp packs
Drop that, drop that, drop that
Silly me, got butter-fingers,
Caught an opp and then I dropped that blow his ass down
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