A Hit

(Finger fuckin' all this money, this a bankroll)

(Sippin' lean this purple in my cup this some saints row)

(And you know a nigga got plenty, I just change hoes)

(Hit her from the back, turn on the flash, like its bangbros)

And I got gang up on my back, I keep goin' money flowin', I can't fail to get these racks

Now she on me, she addicted to that smell just like it's crack, Feel like Quin I use my bat and rats need cheese so they get trapped

And don't get fired up in this hoe, I left this pop, you see the smoke, And I got bloods that call me gang, And I got Crip that call me loc

And they want smoke, so don't you come around this way, Cause you finna choke on that shit, Step in the booth every time its a hit, Lookin' like Pool, how they usin' tha stick,

Pushin' up, knowin' we hittin' that lick, Camera wide, see everything in this bitch

Bougie boy, you can just tell by the scent, I'm outta here, Not on the planet for shit, Know that I'm loaded, but I need another one