BRINGBLICK E

I'm the one knockin'! Don't get in without your blick. Strictly top shottas, why you askin' 'bout a bitch? Baby want a chew, she like, "Baby gettin' chipped." Why you still postin', bro? And you ain't gettin' Back a shit. Sixteen, I blew a quarter and I still ain't went broke. I could tell you 'bout a safe before I tell you 'bout some Dope. I got hustle in my veins, I sell Your mom soap. And they call me a trophy, I give ghetto kids hope. I could blow just Like twenty on your bitch, I ain't average. Only hang with killers, she ain't with me 'less She savage. Baby, what you want? Matter fact, she got both. I'm like, "Mami, what's your type?" She said, "Anything but broke." She like Prada on her feet, Chanel purse and Long weaves. If I take her for the weekend, Boy, it's over, she won't leave. Knock her off and double back, we don't let Them boys grieve. A broke bitch actin' bougie, That's my biggest pet peeve. Granny askin' what my trunk for, I'm buildin' Houses. I don't serve it, if I do, best Believe it ain't no ounces. If I slide, it's For a ticket, not a couple hundred thousand. I'm a sucker for the plug, boy, just tell Me where that route is. Sneaky link callin', bitch, You blowin' up my program. She know I don't judge, I be servin' Lindsay Lohan. Every bad bitch in my city out her Head. I don't tell 'em we in tour, he Gon' know it when he grad. I don't do the typin', stop tellin' me we Fuckin'. Hit college servin' eighty, they be buyin' Like I front it. My hippie love to work, I thought he was Danny Duncan. They feelin' how you suckin', bitch, you need to Put your tongue in. Water bags float, told him Get it while he can. I don't push it On reserve, come through ready with your bands. Eighty on my wrist, throwin' bullets, not no hands. All my hoes be up in paper, I ain't Fuckin' on no fans. Don't get in without your blick. Strictly top shottas, why you askin' 'bout a bitch? Baby want a chew, she like, "Baby gettin' chipped." Why you still postin', bro? And you ain't gettin' back a shit. Hey man, hold on, hold on, hold on. Cut the beat, run that shit back. OTX, gang, gang, gang, I stand on business Lil' Bro, he on go, I say the word and He gon' spin it How much for the pussy? What's the word? I'm finna spend it Tryin' not To cheat up on my bitch, but I'm so Tempted We gon' shoot the clip until it click And come back empty In the club, you gotta Hold the blick 'cause I get tempted If you Do it, do it right, don't catch no attemptin' In the trenches with my pendant, catchin' the Attention In the trenches with my chain on 'cause I ain't tuckin' shit. Got these bitches showin' they Thongs, they wanna fuckin' switch. I ain't wanna rap when I was young, I Want a hundred bricks. Ballin' way too hard up in the trap, we Got a hundred sticks. Everybody wanna rap like me, I got a hundred kids. Niggas say they trap like me, but don't know What an onion is. I don't care about the amenities, where the oven Is? Fiends lined up like McDonald's, They say they lovin' it. D-Dago