Lyrics:
I'm tryna fuck you and yo thick ass friend
My partna pulled up srt he had to flip da vin
They hate it when you win
I Cartier the lens
She said she
the Fck you think I moved out to Houston
Right about now, I wish I never knew you
My partna be strapped, he be riding with toolies
Fck all that love I'm in
partnas
When they rumble when they right
Strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light
Some people say I'm crazy, my eye stay lazy
The neck so
that dope quick
Cookin' up that coca, You can call me Sosa
Rollin up the choca, I need me some mo' bruh
Partna you a puta, Grande mucho mocha
Ask me
life I'm livin is nothin'
Designer, my kicks and garments
Lookin' like walking money
Gotta partna named Ratchet
He about that ratchet action
Got
the job
So I told her to ride
C'mon
May I ask whatcha headin to the west for?
I got a partna
Got a plan for some do
And if ya down
You can pick
You and your partna them, you can get dollars then (ha)
Trickin' ain't in my blood (nope), but I'ma make it rain
I'm too rich for dollar bills, I
You and your partna them, you can get dollars then (ha)
Trickin' ain't in my blood (nope), but I'ma make it rain
I'm too rich for dollar bills, I
or the ones you call your partna
'Cause what they really is, is a busta out to rob ya
And, be weary of strangers bearing your God and gifts
And a wolf in
cold I turn the heat on, I'm by the vent (by the vent)
Got some partnas that I caught some bodies with they kept it real (oh, they kept it real)
passenger seat, strapped down
I ain't doin' shit but passin' some niggas trappin'
Sayin' in my head, "I'ma shut that down"
Shawty scared of my partna, I'ma
Stretch'n like Rosa Acosta partna
You know I'm the coldest
On my North Pole shit
While you on your rock'n South Pole when it's cold shit
Don't ask me
Plaka, tell 'em this bad man, tell 'em this dondon
Tell 'em that I'm top shotter
Robber, me and my partnas
Me and my knockers, mi mami, my choppers
talkin' about a bitch
I'm talkin' about one of my
Partnas you feel me
I call the bitches my son you feel me
Finna call my son, that's my bitch
You feel me?
none of that
Hey watch it partna, stay out my lane
Everybody fuckin' with my campaign
Get dough or get lost, shawty always
Like Dro say, ho fuck with
none of that
Hey watch it partna, stay out my lane
Everybody fuckin' with my campaign
Get dough or get lost, shawty always
Like Dro say, ho fuck with
And I'ma knock his brain loose
Do what you do
These hatin' niggas got it bad
Nigga talkin' tough until my lil' partna went shot his ass
And if you
water and I'm Michael Phelps
Told my partnas "get yo bread up, but that dope don't equal wealth"
But you can't help all yo partnas, unless you done
it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
this, but don't smoke any joints
You my lil partna
How old are you on the scene?"
He said "big boy I been a student, about
I'm about sixteen" i said okay
bitch I got they got a bag
Bet your bitches make it hard to brag
Pardon partna that's the part they pat your pockets
Don't you pop off like you popping
I'mma take your place on the Forbes list
So better remember with the bullshit partna
I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em
I'll take
I be sippin' on lean till my body fold
Fucking with rock is my hobby though
Put your body where nobody knows
You owing me partna, don't slide me
and gold on the record shelf
I don't brag
But I do it like a straight up is
Before you do a record, partna
Handle your business And don't get
Caught slippin'
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