CashMoneyAP - 50 of Em lyrics

[Verse 1: Cdot Honcho] In a coupe with them autos in em Each one got them hollows in em So when I pull up on ya block And let the Mac spark Better hope that his god be with em My eyes low cause I'm smoking on k** I ain't lacking bet I'm gripping on steel Plus I heard n***as plotting on me Run up on me and his scalp getting pealt Run up on me and them rounds getting spilled Run up on me and his crown getting filled Lil bro posted with the 50 shot Catch a opp on our block and bananas getting pealt On the real n***as ain't on sh** Pull up watch his wig get split Roll a dub while I'm off this big six Then I hit the club, prolly pay a b**h rent But I never give a stupid b**h sh** I just give her every inch of this dick Then I bail out blunts get lit Flame up tell a b**h get lost And I'm throwing bullets n***a get mossed All my young n***as wild letting semis off Take em down 30 rounds that'll get em off Smoke sum dope out the pound then I sleep it off [Verse 2: Lil Herb] Yeah Glocks with choppers we got plenty of em We over east if you want smoke, pull up on yo block and that 50 drumming On the Ess** block with a roll on me and this 4-0 come and get you something Call lil bro, a n***a want war? f** the PoPo we don't give em nothing Why you think I call my n***a 60 shot? He gone tote for me, he gone keep em coming Them No Limit Boys a pull on any block, saying f** Rock, better pick a gun up We riding round and we got em on us Run up on you now my n***as one up Glock with choppers, lurking till the sun up Hollows in them 50's don't get burnt up [Verse 3: Cdot Honcho] And you know my n***as in them Range Rovs Sipping strait drop with them long poles Hit the block with them Glocks co*ked Once I send shots watch em lay low Slugs all in his kangol Tell my young n***as get his pesos Homies ask what happen with em Say them hollows split em cause he ain't go Next day making s** tapes While I'm with the bros at yo b**h place Hit the b**h then forget the b**h But I left my kids on your b**h face Drop a n***a then I switch states And the the car stole so we switch plates Bezel on me caught yo b**h face Now she hella on me give my dick space [Verse 4: Lil Herb] Look.... And don't forget go cop my mixtape I got bad hoes in another state They don't know me but know how my dick taste And I pray to god I never piss test cause I be smoking dope pouring big 8ths I be leaning but I ain't lacking boy, run up on me , I'ma make this b**h quake I like Robin Jeans, I like Trues and Fendi Price of act? I might choose the Remi 30's, 40's, we got Uzis, Semis Lots of ammo cause we use too many Hollows clapping if yo goons offend me Ain't no snitching, we a loose the witness And all the opps got empty Glocks, Don't let em tell you that they out here cause them goons pretending [Verse 5: Cdot Honcho] Sneak dissing we a wet em up Send my b**h to go and set em up Roll up on em let them Nina's bust When them hollows hit em ain't not gettin up b**h I'm leavin while I'm facing blunts All my n***as Wildin, feelin semis up Front his move and we gone hit em up Heard him talking sh** shoot em in his tongue And the pack I'm smoking it be heavy loud never running out I got plenty of it And my n***as be hella wild shootin hella rounds they plenty of em Got them 30's and them 40cals I a take em down and forget about em Young n***as brought them drummers out If you running up, give you 50 of em