Lyrics: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Tobias Fagerström/Bishop Grinnage/Kenneth Maurice La'Troy Williams/Tyrese McGriff
Music: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Tahj Morgan/Tobias Fagerström/Joshua I. Parker/Bishop Grinnage/Tobias Fagerstroem/Kenneth Maurice La'Troy Williams/Tyrese McGriff/Terrance Armand Wilson
(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
(OG Parker)
(Oh Lord, jetson made another one)
Know your boy got no mind (Yeah)
That wide body too wide
I'm focused when I drive
I think 'bout it all the time
'Cause if me and the opps collide
That .45 by my side
The hoe ain't got no feelings, she tryna slime me out
She posing like she got some money, b***h, I know you broke (Broke)
Lost brothers so ain't nothin' funny, I can't sugar coat
Put switches on a couple Glocks just like a disk remote
I know lil' baby, she a thot, she tryna **** the bro (Bro)
Got a fish rod for lil' broski, tryna reel 'em in
I got a plan B for lil shawty, she can't keep the kid (No)
I got a yerky for my brother, he love poppin' 10
You hate a hoe, might beat a hoe, but you can't hate the pimp (Pimp)
You cuffed the hoe, I ****ed the hoe, **** the relationship (Yeah)
I whipped the bowl up on the stove, didn't need no other mix (Other mix)
You worried 'bout me, I'm gettin' some money
You on some hatin' shit
You pose with gun like you really spinnin', lil' nigga, we'll take i
That check came in and it right on time
I send that boy a check and tell him go, you dying
I buyin' and selling it higher
Uh, b***h fine
So fine, she from across the water, she all mine
Girl, that p***y all ready to go (Yeah-yeah
I'm on top of this shit like a boat (Yeah-yeah)
I was robbin' and kicking in doors (Yeah-yeah)
Told lil' bro I'm switching my flow
Got a switch on the Glock like remote
If your love isn't real, let me go
I ain't buyin' her shit anymore
She don't deserve to be lit anymore
Put my momma on the top of the hill, 'cause I won in that city for real
On probation, I can't keep my steel
I don't want to be murdered or killed
100 rounds on the bottom of that gun, I'm sending shots at the whip
100 rounds on the back of that drum, when I shoot at somebody I spill
When I shoot at somebody, got sent to the Lord but I know that God forgive
And I got some brothers who sittin' behind bars, I know that they want to appeal
And I got some pain inside of my body, can't drop no tears
And I've seen junkies make 20, get herpes still
Know your boy got no mind (Yeah)
That wide body too wide
I'm focused when I drive
I think 'bout it all the time
'Cause if me and the opps collide
That .45 by my side
The hoe ain't got no feelings, she tryna slime me out
She posing like she got some money, b***h, I know you broke (Broke)
Lost brothers so ain't nothin' funny, I can't sugar coat
Put switches on a couple Glocks just like a disk remote
I know lil' baby, she a thot, she tryna **** the bro
You posin' like you got some money, b***h I know you broke