187 Prod.by Bxnkroll

(Verse 1) Tell me how you want it nigga, Hard or Soft? My doors up, and you know my roof is off Thick bitch wit me & you know her top is off I aim at yo top, then I knock it off And if you holdin nigga ima snatch ya pockets off You ain't gone let me fuck, Bitch? Knock it off You better use yo head fo' I knock it off Sellin dope, bitch I'm in the trap, gettin this profit off My prices real low, cuz I knocked it off Choppa hit that nigga, he get found wit his socks off Ima cool nigga, but I'm hotter than some hot sauce Pull up on the opps block, then we let Glocks off I'm back in the trap house, I gotta get my rocks off These niggas so bozo they keep poppin thots off Let a nigga try some fuck shit And ima show him that I ain't the one to fuck with We don't like them niggas, always on some tough shit We invite bitches in mansions to suck dick 17 shots in this Glock, ion need no stick Cuz it's about 200 shots in this one whip Fuck nigga whats the hold up? These big bankrolls don't fold up I punch a nigga in his eye till it close up Hunnit shots in the kel tec & it fold up If he don't pay on that payday, ima go nuts We all in yo fuckin gang way with them Cobras I was in the cell, broke as hell eatin cold cuts Rollin hard off the ecstasy & I couldn't nut We take yo life, choppa with the knife we be cuttin up Playin cards, I need one mic, you would think I'm Naz Free all my niggas, gotta live life behind bars I grew up around killers shooting niggas off handle bars All my niggas on some gang shit So you better watch who the fuck you hang with Red tape cuz my niggas love to paint shit No face or no case I say can't shit I hit the bank and I count figures Gotta watch for these opp niggas Cuz niggas out to get me So I got this Nina Ross with me You pillow talk to hoes, it don't fit me You don't really love me, bitch you can't trick me When we catch a homicide, you hear sirens Cuz all my niggas wildin, they violent We done snuck all our poles in the club And if a nigga mug then you know it go up I'm a rockstar nigga, and we do high speeds on cop cars nigga Fuck nigga, what's the hold up? You say you wit it, you gon have to show us Travel with unlimited Glocks on this tour bus They all ears now, they used to ignore us And you can't name a nigga that's gon extort us Them hollowtips hit yo whip it's gone blow up I make a bitch suck my dick til she throw up Choppa hit his ass, leave him like a white bitch wit no butt Tires burn, I'm in the foreign doin donuts Bullets burn, boy you gon learn if you try us A big worm fuck up a perm, I give no fucks I confirm, bitch I'm the plug, I need intern Ridin with this mac on me, that's a 50 shot Hit the block, wack a opp even tho the cops hot I done made a whole lotta money out this crock pot I pulled up on him wit my juvy out now his block hot, block hot