(Intro)
I'm still drinking Christop
And now I spit it in ya face, b**h
Put this dick in ya mouth
And tell me how it taste, b**h!
I'm keepin' that x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty like whoa
Gold wrist like whoa
New b**h like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like whoa
In ya b**h like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
(Verse)
Run around with Artie
All go party
Lavish sneakers
Don't f** with Mauri's
Got a b**h named Tari
Ass like the hari
I eat that p**y
Like calamari
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track, whoa
Man, these hoes ain't sh**,
But cheese on the bar
And I still might hit,
Shooting dice for my life
I swear to God you thrife
For my wanna-be wife
Nip-nat, patty-wat
Give her dog a bone, b**h
f** yo head,
Cause you gon' need a high cone
If I bought ten watches,
I still wouldn't have the time
For yo bullsh**, you full o'bullsh**
I'm just a young n***a flexed out
White girl, put ya chest out
New wheels, put a bail out
Free chase like a bail out
I don't f** wit no sneak p**y
No dried up too deep p**y
Yeah, that's yo girl
But my name's on that neat p**y
(Hook)
Got me feelin' like whoa
Gold wrist like whoa
New b**h like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like whoa
In ya b**h like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
(Verse)
So I told my n***a K
Lemme hold a hundid K
He said yo best night
I can make it back today
So I hit my n***a Ray
He in the hood
That's big homie
A n***a eatin' good
Week-ends in my pull-out boxes
Got a nurse b**h that's a head doctor
Coojie sweater, n***a, who shot ya?
Back shots like a kiropractor
Working back from my skeezers
Put this Glock in ya face like tweezers
Dick hard like Ice
b**h, open up, I'm freezin'!
I bust them onions
And pop them hundids
But she ain't stoppin'
She just keep s**in'
I'm ova seas
I'm not a villain
But free my hood,
These n***as tellin'
(Hook)
Seven fifty like whoa
Gold wrist like whoa
New b**h like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like whoa
In ya b**h like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Seven fifty like whoa
(Muthaf**as gotta wait on this)
(EST, that's my muthaf**in' team)
Came in the game like O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
Murder all these f**s
Rap game like the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' what they cookin' out
It's coke!
Sixteen bars and the pure white
32 opus of good night
Sayin '50 like (Craa)
Burnin' everybody on the turnpipe
The block is neva silent
It's ten o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already hearin' sirens
These mutharf**ers is ballin'
I'm not f**in' seein' my wallet
I'm tryna get the cross
Ova money like I'm nervous
I may neva caught you drivin'
I'm tryna supersize it,
So I'm lookin' down at David
You lookin' to bake alive
Man, you barely left the city
I'm flying up to an*le
Goddamn it, I'm starvin'
This yung boy cris
Drink a pipe to the j lows
Yeah, that's my babe
Got an a** like J-Lo
If ya hatin', betta stay low
Scratch that
If ya hatin', betta stay low
No, I'm not Hispanic
But I swear this young man
Go hard for the peso
I go hard for the peso
Back then, ain't nobody sayn nothin' hard
I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the whole hood say whoa
Yeah say whoa
(Make the whole hood say whoa)
And if I wanted I get it, I see it, I hit it
I bet she gon' say no
(Hook)
Seven fifty like whoa
Gold wrist like whoa
New b**h like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like whoa
In ya b**h like whoa
But we don't love these hoes
Seven fifty like whoa