Choppa Diablo & BAG SZN - Cade Cunningham

Um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, hey this shit hot
All right
Ay bitch I'm P i got hoes all over the country im international
Why the fuck your favorite rapper lying on songs that shit aint factual
I be talking to the people in my rap just like a pastor
I hit the gas im passing you
pop one more perk im a act a fool
Gucci fendi prada when I look up in my closet
Tell me who you banking with we finna go make a deposit
Walk around a mcqueens up on my feet these aint no foamposits
Broke nigga out here hating on gang i told him he better stop
I aint even brought no peace but i got dog shit in my pocket
ima take a shot like Harden get deals on the zas like bargains
Let Chop talk to him fuck arguing
Had to cut a bitch off cause she coming with problems
Bitch can't get not a dollar
I'ma starve her like Marvin
Four lines of the Wok in the Faygo
Freak bitch gon do what I say so
I got cheese on me not queso
Gang blow zas to the face like chain smoke
Four more lines this tris in a lemonade
Turn to a barber if a nigga wanna run a fade
I can go ball in the D like my nigga cade
I'ma ball in these niggas till old age
I got zaza if you buying
I got ruger what you trying
Fuck the bitching quit the crying
Fuck the opps them bitches dying
I just put four lines in my lemonade
I forgot I put a four on my minute maide
Eating that cheese while I'm out on a dinner date
I road runner im a get it by anyways
Better know the road get risky
Never leave without my blinky
It get busy it get iffy
If the police try to flick me aint no way
Ill never let a pussy nigga slip me
I need help too much lean
I know that shit affect my kidneys
Bitch we in the feild like black ops
Stomp a nigga out on a black top
Cuttin up dope on a flat rack
Fuckin up beats with the tool on my laptop
Bitch wanna suck a nigga dick for a crack rock
Roll up bitch shooting dice in a crack spot
Too many goals ain't really have have nots
Four lines of the Wok in the Faygo
Freak bitch gon do what I say so
I got cheese on me not queso
Gang blow zas to the face like chain smoke
Four more lines this tris in a lemonade
Turn to a barber if a nigga wanna run a fade
I can go ball in the D like my nigga cade
I'ma ball in these niggas till old age

Written by:
Christopher Davis, Takeem Moore

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find