Trigganumba9ine - Flawda Bop

I'm talm bout bankroll stuffed all in my pocket
Calculate how many I can take off w dis rocket
One up in head so I ain't een gotta cock it
I might hit da switch to drip on like the faucet
But we ain't have no water or no fuckin pot to piss in
Hope you learned yo lesson you got shot for allat dissin
And ion know you bout you but we got shit locked up on this end
Stack the baccends and watch quickly you be winnin
We sinnin
We young and we thuggin we give no fuck bout what u think
Cuz we gotta get up get money hopped in that water like a sink
It's trench coat season young niggas walkin round w minks
And No bitch ion fuck w slaves but I put my niggas in links
I told em drop the link cuz I might put luh shordie on
Mafia motion feel like da don Corleone
Never wore a vest cuz if it's my time then I'm gone
Don't play no sad song
Cuz a thug finna go home

And shoutout ta snipa cuz that luh nigga right there crazy
If a nigga never ever play we send some shots at his old lady
He prolly drop a body if a nigga fail to pay me
And mando turnin slim how he ah do a nigga shady
I prayed for this money ian never stunted bitches
And if the block get hot then we make honey butter biscuits
We getting to this money give no fuck bout what da risk is
It is what it is don't ask me why because it just is
Boogie down like BDP but this shit ain't productions
Make the Draco boogie down I'm talm bout that bitch bussin
I'm handing niggas coffins (coughings) I think I need robitussin
Ha nigga wanna fight me ion know who tf he tussling
Cream like it's Russian
Wavey w no brushin
U cap just like mclovin
Doctor like mcstuffin
I'm hotter w no oven
I'm solid w no lovin
I drop em by the dozen
I prolly buy ya cousin

Written by:
Tristan Jeter

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