The Interlude E

Popping that shit and I'm dropping a bitch. Uh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, yeah. I'm popping that shit and I'm dropping a bitch. Forty the watch, see the rocks on the wrist. Fucking this hoe, she a slimy lil' bitch. Cameras are rolling, the clock, it'll tick. You ain't been thuggin', you been in the way. Free all my niggas who locked in a cage. I'm flipping the bags, that's money for sure. Black on black Benz, it could push, it could Lure. Show her the view, then it's buss it For sure. Buss it for sure. Drake and his wock, is Buss it for sure. Buss it for sure. Never had it like this. Curve side it like that. Pull up, getting that bag. Serve a nigga off a bag, yeah. Play your shit, man the M's, nigga still G'd Up on his business, uh. Forty-five in the book bag for them bitch niggas And they feelings, uh. How you feel when the money come? Be the same way for them bitches, uh. Tryna turn this lil' hustle shit to some lemonade From a lemon, uh. Seen his bitch ass getting Knelt. I ain't never felt no pain from that Shit, tears on the Moncler. Couple cold nights is what was made for that, Niggas posted on them stairs. Ain't nobody finna come save your ass, better get Right or get left. How many times do I gotta tell your ass, Nigga? Grownups always go to the club. They always have they holiday.