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Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on
Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talkin' tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tip toe
Why you wifin' on a flip hoe?
Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go
Servin' junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playin' no pretendo
Sippin' on this codeine, a nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
I remember we was havin' popo 'nem behind, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah-yeah-huh
Fuck a bitch I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place
In the V12, get a lot of face
Spare the details, finished on her face
And I had the strap when I caught my case
Just got the grow house, started in the Bay
I made a hundred plays in a day, put a AP bitch inside of the face
And I got the hood down, they ridin' every day
Puttin' money on the opps, no face, no case
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on
Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talkin' tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tip toe
Why you wifin' on a flip hoe?
Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go
Servin' junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playin' no pretendo
Balenciaga wearin' ass nigga
Hoodied up with a mask, nigga
Shit snatched, now you want it back, nigga
I just hope you don't go and rat, nigga
Long Johns right under the strap, nigga
That's for you staring ass niggas
Sawed-off head tap, double tap niggas
That's for you rat niggas
No, I can't do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah, I went to work with the strap, nigga
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
Fuck with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob
And backflippin' go, ta-da-da, ta-da-da
Nigga, I know magic
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga, put the whole damn hood on
Heh, Patron of the New, I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood hoe
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talkin' tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tip toe
Why you wifin' on a flip hoe?
Bought the strap, but playin' give 'n' go
Servin' junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playin' no pretendo