$ai - Hey Saweetie

Them ni**as just broke, they ain't on sh*t
Pressure, make diamonds applying this pressure
So me and my ni**as just gon' be rich
Before I go broke, I'ma spend a hundred k
Up on a whip, buy the gang chops
Macs extendos, every Glock on them
Better have a dick, if the standard in
Better have all hollows in that sh*t
Never stand down, never fold
Don't you never ever switch
Ni**as be pu**y, walking round with clits
On some real sh*t, nig*as really bit*hes
I don't even entertaining that dumb sh*t
Give that boy a show, goofy as* lick
Put him on nick, he ain't really slime
Dude blood banging, throwing up crip
Old bit*h still trying to have my son
Thugging in Phoenix for a show
Gotta let me and gang get in with our guns
If you don't tell the DJ, I don't wanna do no show
Tell him ain't no refunds
Try to jump, stupid right hand man
Pulling out banana clips and drums
Thought we was a band the way we rock out
Wont no rides, nig*a, to get to gang house
Walked in my Nike slides with a rello in my pocket
Just a go, smoked some loud
Went to shooting in the gym for the crowd
Now we dont give a fu*k about the crowd
Heard his gang dissing, catch him in the huddle
We gone show off for the fuc*ing crowd
Performing in crowds I mean
Sai was never dirty, was always clean
French Jordans like I signed to his team
All white forces changed up the scene
Step on these whites we pulling out beams
Probably did take yo ho*, excuse me
You don't want her back
Had my kids on het tongue
She just wanna rapper girl dream
Baby, let me let you know I'm not the one
Can't have my son cause I'm the three
You can get three shots with me
Miss all shots back to the streets
Girl, if you look like saweetie
You can have a young nig*a baby
You can get three shots with me
Miss all shots back to the streets, bit*h

Written by:
Sai Copney

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