Intro Lyrics

If i pick up dis stick let it hit ten times out of ten im bagging yo shit

Be on the block imma post with a christmas gift unwrap it and you gonna be hit

Trap with my brothers we roll up a spliff and shit yeah we smoking gas out the whip

Talkin stupid he got hit in his shit with this fifth he better close his lips

Aye

Mario on the beat immafuck it up

Shot da boy in the stomach a tummy tuck

Hundred shots in my clip he gonna gtf

Pillow talk to a bitch he aint get to fuck

Think im ready for school how i fold her up

Old news old bitches be molded up

I aint lady libery da flame in my hand imma hold it up

And them bitch niggas know they cant fuck with us

Trying to get a leg up he cant run to us

Potty train on the potty shit fun to us

Lil thotty gonna fuck every one of us

We aint fighting better bring a gun to us

Send da boy a rocket like that nigga russ

Nigga was running them shots made hit turn it up

run it up

Shout out crabboss left a shell with him

Eleven fifty nine how the twelve hit him

hundred demons be itchin brought hell with him

Told em pick up his man and he fell wit em

How you tell on your man and you ran with him

Love The bitch for the money i fell different

Put the pen to the paper n ran with it

Put my fist in the air cause we stand different

I cant trip of no bitch if he fuck on my hoe he can have it

Make the bitch disappear like its magic

Nigga looking for za told him put his nose up in the plastic

Then say what you want imma bag it

Learn how to flip on Them strips like im taking gymnastics

If i throw her money she gonna flash it

Im constipated i aint letting shot go aint no moving pass it

Roll up a op in a hemp i dont fuck with classic

If i pick up dis stick let it hit ten times out of ten im bagging yo shit

Be on the block imma post with a christmas gift unwrap it and you gonna be hit

Trap with my brothers we roll up a spliff and shit yeah we smoking gas out the whip

Talkin stupid he got hit in his shit with this fifth he better close his lips

Aye