ToDinero - AYE

Prada bucket hat, my subies on, I'm cold
I cheated on that bitch, I still ain't found out how she know
We travel around heavy automatic, this shit just ain't for show
I was at her crib for 15 minutes, alright, I gotta go
Let's go, designer bag, hold all the drugs, come serve street, roll up the blunt
Life support, nigga, pull this plug, come to the town, we'll blow shit up
I'm outside, licking up a cuz, slimey me like a snail, he'll catch a slug
Masked up, come and fuck shit up, hella bullets come, only tap it once
I don't know them niggas, I'm mugged up, big shotgun, I'm slugged up
All camouflage, I'm soldier down, tell them, link up, come and catch a pound
We don't panic, we don't run around, spot a opp and we'll walk him down
Police ain't know who to pick up, left the scene when he hit the ground
Never chase a bitch, I'll chase some cash, see his car, we'll trail his ass
Wait a second, let me drop my mask, strip a cop down, I'll take his badge
Make a nigga do a somersault with his 45th, I'ma rep off shit
Spray the car, hit the passengers, I don't give a fuck who a nigga with
Nigga, duck the switch, quit the raw raw, we don't do that shit
Front row with a pretty bitch, I don't think she know who she really with
TO Macalious, I'll switch my bitch, if my lil' bitch go to Trippin
Thug life, how we really living, hop out, shoot a nigga with precision
I lost count, I'll pop two, get out on feet, pop you
Like a math class, drop you
Spent the revolver, then we spin the block too
Took all the opps down, now im bored, it ain't shit left to do
Hold on, I'm bullshitting, let me get inside my bag
He's such a hoe, can't respect his dad, caught him on the curb, I'ma leave him there
Whats his name, can't control his bitch, bitch grab me by my underwear
Put away inside the house, wont come outside, these niggas scared
Real recognize real, real niggas love T.O. cuz therl bread
Ayy, ayy, I said I'm therl bread
Badass lil jit, remember ridin' on a them bike pegs
I been walkin' down shit so long, Marshawn Lynch leg
Treat a ho like Cane's slaw, bitch, I want the bread instead
Keep yo' pants on, keep yo' bonnet on, i want the head
Conversation, not about a ticket, I leave his ass on read
Spot an opp, I hop out and get him, they call me James Bond
Gotta keep my stick with me like the police keep that baton

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Todinero Music

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