[Verse 1]
I still run with them same niggas – still run on that same block
Still runnin' from police – still duckin' them same cops
Boy, that two-seater, yeah, you know that Coupe mean
Niggas makin' them false statements,
they don't really know what the truth means
That's alright, that's cool, though, they gon' learn up
And you damn right that's a whole pound, my nigga roll up
'Bout shit – yeah, we be on that boss shit
Niggas had it, couldn't handle it, so it's safe to say that they lost it
Bossip, aw shit, M-O-B, on that mob shit
Talkin' 'bout who you gon' rob, bitch?
I'm fully equipped with this rocket
Nah'mean? It ain't even worth it
Throw my frames on, now that's picture perfect
[Hook]
Them girls wanna party, they gone off that liquor
I'm tellin' them all to come fuck with my niggas
They single, they want what we do, it's so different
Do it so different
Them girls wanna party, they gone off that liquor
I'm tellin' them all to come fuck with my niggas
They say they want what we did, so different
Do it so different
[Verse 2]
Word – my niggas like hoes that like hoes
Arguin' with that desk bitch
Like “fuck you mean that my flight closed?”
Sweat suits, yeah bitch, they're my flight clothes
Music playin' in my iPod, I'm in high mode
High mode, ultra beast, niggas all on those old gangs
I was thinkin' 'bout how to make a million off cocaine
That's hard to do and niggas ain't gon' play they role
Man I should call, a couple niggas told
Them long night – them cold days
Them two-way streets – them one-ways
That car read a lot of money, nigga, that's ball park
And you, you on some, nigga we call that Hallmark
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