Lyrics:
scarred; from the dirt
They going love you when you got some
They going to hate you when you lose some
You gotta be smart to act dumb
They gon chew out your
fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose
took the game by storm
And to top it off
We paid the cost just to pop
Now we popping off
Ain't a better duo than Chop and Frost
Knock it off
We broke
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
On this side better know your codes
On this side damu hang
On this side we talk slang
On this
be friskin your boo
call girl by the night is what she fixin to do
homie re-evaluate it cause your woman might be
bad for brothas like you good for
too
'Cause I'm so into you (Oh, you better give your)
Love you like a lemon drop (Your sweet, sweet lovin')
Love you like an ice pop (Sweet, sweet
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you
We gotta stop you pop you partner
Get up outta
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5,
peep the song that I bring ya
Like ink and feather
Putting thoughts together got pen and paper
Can of pops for later ain't nothing better
Till it comes
the throttle
Take a lap around a hater mad
Because I really love this shit I rap about
What you trying to say
Helen Keller get a grip
Buddy why are you
Cause no pollution
When I'm drillin' it
Not even tootin'
My own horn
But I'm fuckin' better
Than the guys in porn
She my bubblegum
Stuck to my mind
I tell
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with
The culture was never yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so
Wanna take you in the sky
Make love to you
Wanna take you in the sky
Make love to you
Girl I got it bad for your body
Fight one Bugatti body
Baby
Before your girl get back
Wanna see my face by my knees? Picture that
Might as well pay a fee 'cause the ass is fat
T foxx in your radar, chillin'
bag, there's eighty grand missing
You pop up with a new Jag', with a bad system
I done sent your ass to Hawaii and Waikiki
When your man needed bail,
picture that
I stay strapped, motherfuckers better get your gat
It ain't easy bein' me, I can't take it
Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it
is that man
I spin the block the Glock it pops extended mag it never stops
Its like a grocery shop when I start spilling yo yams
Record your scream
(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad
my average minus 22 I been the one
She don't know her credit score but pop her shit like bubblegum
keep shit to myself I'm by myself went for a mirror
play dead
Right Right
Plenty snakes hating why I gotta keep the chrome
I don't do the talking nigga better watch your tone
Catch you lookin crooked then
(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad
The D-Roc make you want to pop the glock, it don't stop
Smurf be an alcoholic
I love these hoes, thank God for hydraulics (wooo!)
That's the sound
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