Letras
I don't gotta talk too much, cause they know I'm the one
See me stuntin' with my clique, makin' money, moves, uh
Hit the block with the chops, and I swear I go dumb
Only thing on my mind is gettin' my neck on flood
He a bitch with no money, just a old ass gun
On gang, you a hoe, you ain't never did none
'Member up in the valley, seen 12 i'd run
And your on paperwork ain't even worth no Dutch
But I met this girl, she thick, and you know I had it hit
Skinny waist, pretty face, everything bout her legit
She was fuckin' with me, cause she know me, I am lit
Clyde was fuckin' with Bonnie, until he found out she wasn't shit
Why the fuck this hoe got me trippin' all night
With my niggas smokin' blunts, and we feelin' aight
Fuck the opps, them boys won't come to my side
They know we got hella metal, something like a knight
Ayy, where's the smoke? Tell 'em, spark it up
Pussy, you might choke, this right here your bruh
O.Z. spazzin' out, he got too much in his cup
If we catch a opp today, it's gon' be a hole-in-one
Move right, young bulls with the pipes, too smooth like Mike
Still a criminal at night, hit your hoe, I probably might
Or i'll have her come through, when she do, boy, it's time
We gon' light the whip up, since she was rollin' on your flight
Boys, you know you better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
Bad things, bad things, bad things
Bad things, bad things, bad things
Treyden Charbonneau
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