Blokk Baby Intro E

Bitch. Yeah, let's get it Yeah, I'm a hot nigga, don't really give a Fuck. Every time I'm in the trap, there's dummies Tryna buck me up. Yeah. Soon as I walk in, the bitches wanna suck Me up. What's that right there, man? That's a thousand dollar cup. I You wanna touch My bitch, I need five hundred just to Slidin' On the E-way, tryna see if I can touch A hundred plus. I got a plan, I'm tryna See what a young nigga got put up. She got her man back at twelve, man, I Ain't even tryna cuff. You got some friends? 'Cause my young nigga right here, yo, he a Thug. We got them bands, we might go and Hit the club to fuck 'em up. Uh-huh. Them pussy niggas hatin' 'cause they can't Throw no bands up. Oh, yeah. Go and run up on 'em and make them Throw they hands up. Open up your damn mouth, baby, and pull your Pants up. We loud and ignorant, that's why them White people can't stand us. Turn around gang, I Turn around and get that shit bracket. Wrap it in a package and send it off To my bitch granddaddy. I'm really ill, don't give A fuck how none of you niggas feel. This shit is real, soon as we pullin' up Outside, we get a kill. This shit is real, I'm tryna run up in your shit and get A mil. Ain't got no chill, Brodie told my Ass, "Calm down, man, it's the pills." I'm runnin' up this bag to put my mama In the Hills. We ridin' through the trenches, man, I can show you how I live. Man, y'all niggas say y'all eatin', but I can See your dog ripped. Brodie put some seeds up In the pie, yeah, he finna grow some kill. My team be ballin' hard, but him and him, We like the MVP. You never had a Glock With a switch, the grip was slim and squeeze. Juggy got a mohawk, hella jewelry, you think he Mr. T. I could put that shit on, get A haircut, call me Mr. Clean. Okay, lil' girl, you lookin' good, but yo, your Pussy weak. All my niggas screamin' big whoops and Throwin' big Bs. Let me catch your ass, I'll Suck it off and I'm gon' let it squeeze. Brodie said them niggas want it, well, we plant Half of these. Every time that nigga roll a Wood, I smell half a seed. Yeah, I think I'm on somethin'. I'ma need that head like two, three times, you Think I'm fuckin' somethin'. Yeah, I'ma stack that Bread like two, three times 'fore I touch a Hundred. I got a plan, I'm tryna see what I got put up. You wanna touch my bitch, I need five hundred just to fuck. I need five hundred just to fuck, I need Two hundred just to touch. You know I'm in The field, this shit is real, I gotta keep My gun. Yeah.