STOOP G MA
[Verse 1: TRIP]
I be with my squad (Squad shit)
We don't fuck with ya'll (Nah)
Plug got that oh my god
Don't try and rob cuz king be boolin in the spot
When he shoot blrlrlrlrlrla
Chemist in the kitchen whipping chickens, crows, and pigeons
This some skin of fishes
I'm sniffing and sniffing and sniffing
I'm fresh up outta the slamma
Already sniffing on Hannah Montana
Already eating a xan up
White force one's with a black bandana spent nine on my slugs I got my bands up dropping a four in my Fanta
I'm whipping the van not a Phantom
White young thug but I ain't from Atlanta
Got your bitch in my lap no santa
Pipe that slut till she can't even stand up
Might just bust on your bitch for the camera
Got more plugs than a motherfucking socket
No pool shot a eight ball in the pocket
Lost a little weight so we had to re-rock it
Slang no more but I still got profit
Cop that stank that dank I'm coughing bottle to face I'm getting nauseous
Stop at the bank refill my wallet by the end of the day on my way to restock it
I got my stacks up I ain't even lying count it (Bam)
I spend my cash dumb but my penny wise clowning
I hit the strip club with my bros to throw a thousand and we know you haters broke cuz ya'll be on the floor counting
You pick up my money
I pick up your honey
She lick me and rub me put dick in her tummy
She top me say yummy ass soft like a bunny
I'm stroking she love me but no I ain't cuffing
Fuck all these hoes
I'm focused on music
Get buck at our shows
Ya'll leaving with bruises bitch