Lyrics: Maurice Sherrod
I don’t get to pop my shit
I was on the block ‘bout a bitch
Still a hit another block ‘bout a bitch
Spent 30 on this watch on my wrist
I ain’t even get the box for the flick
Just fronted on a bad bitch cool I been really getting 10’s since a jit
Young **** turnt whole lotta bands I’m tough (Whole lotta guap)
I ain’t think I’d be the man now I be the man I’m up
Think I had a plan I ain’t had a plan I’m stuck
I could raise a hand all them **** ran outta luck
Just get through that backdoor creep
In Harlem ****ing wit’ them bucks I been on the east like Neek (Ok let’s do it)
Pop up at the front door I don’t care ‘bout peace
Just hit another **** bitch I get why he hide his freak (Ok oh yeah)
Ain’t waiting on no stop I get to the green ima go
She think she could run a game I was tryna find some for bro
She gotta do the gang if she wanna come on the road
Just hit the club and made it rain bitches went insane like it snowed
It’s time I can’t change I’ll still be the same I don’t know
This 30 ball in my jeans I shoot it I’m green at ya dome
I don’t get to pop my shit
I was on the block ‘bout a bitch
Still a hit another block ‘bout a bitch
Spent 30 on this watch on my wrist
I ain’t even get the box for the flick
Just fronted on a bad bitch cool I been really getting 10’s since a jit
Young **** turnt whole lotta bands I’m tough (Whole lotta guap)
I ain’t think I’d be the man now I be the man I’m up
Think I had a plan I ain’t had a plan I’m stuck
I could raise a hand all them **** ran outta luck
I don’t get to pop my shit
Spent 30 for this watch on my wrist
I ain’t even get the box for the flick
Young **** turnt whole lotta bands I’m tough