I got hard dick fall on these b**hes
I get all their numbers .. call these b**hes
No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet b**hes
n***as don't know nothing else, saw these n***as
[Gucci Mane:]
I got a b**h I send on runs, I put the book back in my Benz
Got her f'in with the seatbelt strapped on it cuz it's my friend
Breakin bricks down in my tent, I got bills stacked to my chin
Dime of j**els cost that n***a a nail, watch yo boy cut off a limb
Look at me then look at him
Hard top Bentley, Bentley rim
f** 2 sisters with the cream
And I drop topped off, I broke the rims
Back to back, b**h call them twins
Got a hard top X and a drop top M
Call my iceberg slim, can't f** with him
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2K on weed, yeah that's a bill
If I 5K on lean, I'm leanin now
Drunk to a whole price, I'ma drink it down
Your girlfriend's a semen demon
Big Gwap she screamin out
Drop top Rari showing cleavage
I'm on Cleveland -- call it believing
Knock your b**h til I leave no reason
Take my b**h and call it even
Hook:
I got hard dick fall on these b**hes
I get all their numbers .. call these b**hes
No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet b**hes
n***as don't know nothing else, saw these n***as
You can hold this 30 up this 40 n***as
You die, you hit, just 40 stress some shawty n***a
We don't trust these b**hes or these n***as
Big face Rollie 40, point us n***a
[ OJ Da Juiceman:]
n***a tried to knock me out
But these n***as extra salt
How in the hell you just start robbin? Come and try to test a boss
Play the hand that I was dealt
40 make you pay the mill
I don't send no n***as dawg, I do that sh** by myself
Co-defendant that's a no
Play how that sh** flyin cold
One thing bout yo jukebox n***a, spray the p**y like a score
Since you p**y I'ma send these hollow tips down yo throat
k**a k**a, murda murda, flip that n***a like a burger
I don't shoot for legs, so you know ain't no tip in murder
And young Juiceman they were fine, made me put you on the murder
Smoke you like a cancer stick
Make yo mama dimmeloner
Talkin all that tough talk
But yo a** know you baloney
Wanna go to war? Make the Gatling talking like I'm Tony
Hook:
I got hard dick fall on these b**hes
I get all their numbers .. call these b**hes
No patience for their life, just kiss my wallet b**hes
n***as don't know nothing else, saw these n***as
You can hold this 30 up this 40 n***as
You die, you hit, just 40 stress some shawty n***a
We don't trust these b**hes or these n***as
Big face Rollie 40, point us n***a