CHEAP ASS ft. Luh Jlo Lyrics

J-O-G just got a drop off merch, I'm hoppin' off, boy, stop

Cappin' T-O-Juice, we don't got no rope Hand that down on my team, know that I accept

my most He was actin' hard to that f-ck, put him down

Just got the drop on Gangster, we finna spin around

Choppa hit his motherfuckin' body, Mercy landin

Now he can't get back up, call me pussy, wind him up

Throwin' drugs to my damn shooter, I done dimed him up

If you want me on your damn song, then I need 900 bucks

Don't got no damn hoes on your dick, cause you don't got no thugs

If you see me hoppin' off the whip, boy, you better duck

Only time you ever see me get scared if I see a truck

But I can't slow down, finna go all the time

Just put some damn lean in my cup, and then sat me down

Actin' like he want that damn smoke, watch how he clap him down

Tell him I'm the gram, took all of them, he ain't knock them out

If I just knock your leader down, guess I'm the captain now

Niggas say he took some from Hoof, boy, stop playin' around

Got his mob members in this bitch, and we done turned the town

Don't slide with your tombs, got some tugs, but we gon' turn you down

Anytime you ever catch me, I got my burner on

We're sellin' drugs to my nigga Sali, he my brother now

Oh, we can get the big dog, so he knock this soldier down

Don't be tricky, don't be tryin' to play, cause we knock your's down

Don't play me like no lick, I'm comin' off the hip

I call my bullets fast, cause when I bust, boy, they comin' quick

Don't try to run, don't hide, Stephon in the fuckin' sky

You can't diss no nigga in my camp, cause we still alive

I'm out here trappin', keep it real, I couldn't work, no nine to five

This is not no Mickey D's, you tweak, then you gettin' fly

How ironic, he was lit, then they burnt that guy

Hey, Trim, turn me up, you heard the opps, they all died

They all died

We gon' pop up to that funeral and make them all fly

I just dropped like 30 on the opps, yeah, I'm a bald guy

With hollows in this block, boy, you know I'm tellin' bald guys

Nigga, I'm with your bitch, crackin' hard, I just cracked the load on it

All you ridin' bout them balls and your songs ain't so nice

I fell in love with cream soda, I just dropped the fuck on it

I sold some shit to my headie, then I cracked the dough on him

Nigga, it's all around, all you gotta do is act

Stop buyin' bullshit, come and cop this fire back

In the shrine smokin', Gary Payton, come and test this third

Ten, ten, finna pull a turn around, I hope we make it back

Ten, ten, finna pull a turn around, I hope we make it back

Nigga, stop buyin' bullshit, nigga, I'ma cop this third

Don't really rap about no murders, cause my niggas shit

She sucked the gang, I kicked her out, I told that bitch to ditch

I ain't wanna fuck the hoe, I passed that bitch to Chip

Oh, he ain't wanna use his head, I'll put it on his head

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