I don’t chase hoes I get em
I don’t chase oh’s I get em
Blue papers to the ceiling
This money give me a feeling
Broken heart but, it’s healing
Want weed Ha ha, I’m dealing
Pour them cups up, we Filling
Spark them Jay’s up, we chilling
Everynight good food we grilling
Got a Glock nine do the killing
Yeah your brains out they spilling
Spilling Brains out the spilling yeah
Pull up with a Glock
Pull up with a droptop
Pull up and I pop pop emm
Pull up in a V 12 vroomm
Bitch go first like zoom
Glock polling out like boom
Bitch you bout to meet your doom
Better go buy yourself a tomb
Emm
Pull up at the Glock
Pull up with a droptop
Pull up and I pop
Two shots to the chest
Watch you drop
Cops rolling up won’t stop
Pull up cause you say, you want to talk
The cops gonna need their chalk
just know I’m the king of this block
123 Take a walk
I’m knock you out cold like I’m Brock
Or I’ll knock your ass out like I’m Jones
My knuckles they feel like they stones
One punch and I’m breaking your bones uh
your face will have two different tones yo
roll up with the uzi
Roll up with the Uzi
Kill him with the Uzi
Rolling With the white claw
In the beer Cousy
Pull up with the Uzi
Wait! whos he?
I just took the drugs
I’m a wee bit woozy
Sippin on Goosey
Roll up with the Uzi
Wait! whos he?
Wait! whos he?
Chilling with your hoe
She sitting in a two piece
In my Jacuzzi
Flow so raw man I’m
Feeling like I’m Tunchi
Feeling like I’m Wayne
Bout to put a bullet through your brain
cherry red blood, gonna stain
Put you in a world full of pain
Make a precipitate rain
Pay for the ice on my chain
My only true love Mary Jane aye
I don’t chase hoes I get em
I don’t chase oh’s I get em
