Hodgy Beats - P-Lo lyrics

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] Ay I'm co*king the Smith'an', no nonsense forgiven All these tracks that I'm whipping, man I'm locked in the kitchen Nose is snotty, they sniffling n***as stop with the b**hing I'm too Scotty, I'm pimping Now you stopping and listen Man I got this, I'm itching Fourth quarter, fought them some inches Do it for my son first, second is the riches Find a bad b**h that don't act like bad b**hes I smash it once then pa** the blunt, now I got mad b**hes Money is the motto you can run my tab, b**hes I'm just testing your judgment like were up in a lab with it And you f**ing failed and up for sale, you're the type to pop off at your f**ing mouth, and duck your tail I'm trying to get money long, grab a old stack, this bundle stale Coasting a sail on all these paperless trails You can get your issue n***a, better post a mail Either love me or go to hell, I keep depression concealed on me What goes around comes around, a fortune of wheels homie I'ma buy my momma a whip, Porsche with the heels, homie I put that on my momma and I put that on my sponsor You can't put down a beach monster, bow down when you meet your honor Yeah [Break] [Verse 2] I got this watch my handles then b**h I'm channeled in Your man's just rambling, talking sweet like a mandarin I'm gaining wait and fit to win Roll up the twin and hit the twin Righteous, but yo we live this and rep it in brims One of the best doing it this millennium, my blood thick is as skin No haters in my peripherals, tunnel vision got me squinting I direct my future like I'm Quintin I'm stacking M and M's, put them Benjamens