syst3m - Vlad

Uh uh, pop that bitch like uh
Uh uh, pop that bitch like uh uh
Uh uh pop that bitch like
Uh, pop that bitch like uh uh uh
Bitch I got them packs, in the trap moving in
You ain't moving weight, you a bitch not a man
I don't fuck with niggas yeah, I don't have no friends
All ab these racks yuh, bout my dividends
She a little fucking thotty she be sucking on the low
Glock got a beam, and that bitch got a scope
Hollow hit his head now he praying to the pope
He ain't gone make it nigga, might as well croak
Bitch I got them packs in the trap moving in
You ain't moving weight you a bitch not a man
I don't fuck with niggas yuh, I don't have no friends
All about these racks yuh, bout my dividends
Fucking with me nigga gone leave yo ass slumped
Bitch I keep the shotty yeah, my nigga got that pump
I don't fuck niggas man I feel like Donald Trump
Scoring pints from the pharmacy one by one

Written by:
Gregory Webb

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