What you doing you ain't get money
Bitch go get a bag
And it's sad
Niggas trip off bitches that the never had
And she thought I was gonna save her
That ain't even last
Not my fault
Told her from the jump this shit too advanced
Ouuu
Bitch getting passed
We make shooters dance
We the hottest thing popping outta that city making them bitches brag
Glizzys Flock
Bet this shit get litty I can't even trust a fan.
Get the drop
Playing with that LO we might just spin again.
We got two for ten
Baby bring a friend
Pull up in that drop Cullinan
How much did we spend
Funny how they talk bout all the places that they never been.
All they faces friends
Talking bout the ones I spend
Like what you doin
Me and Sada baby on the back porch
Neighbors think we Coolin but we searching for the back door
Kill that boy in designer like I'm Kay flock I ain't that poor
They say for the Will I'm slapping rock I'm not an actor
What you doing you ain't getting money
Bitch go get a bag
And it's sad
Niggas trip off bitches that they never had
And she thought I was gonna save her
That ain't even last
Not my fault
Told her from the jump this shit too advanced
Ouuu
Apparently your parents hang with trannies
That's why you act weird
Throw my helmet on all up in B
In the TRX with chopsticks leave you transparent clear
Get in walk down
Chalked out
Front porch
Start out
Knock down
Colon out
Back porch
The hoes out
Put a viper in this vroom
And skilla bout to tag the sniper
On the west side with his shooter
I'm booming
Ak make him lose it
Draco leave him flu
Them bullet hoes no bruises
The truest
I could take a floozy from a loser
She was extra choosy
That's a chooser
What you doing you ain't get money?
Bitch go get a bag
And it's sad
Niggas trip off bitches that the never had
And she thought I was gonna save her
That ain't even last
Not my fault
Told her from the jump this Shit too advanced
Ouuu