Sh!t - Future

Talking ’bout you popping tags,

nigga you ain’t shut shit

Talking bout a work rus

nigga you ain’t

Talking ’bout you popping tags,

nigga you ain’t bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles,

nigga you ain’t popped shit

All you talk nana clips,

nigga you ain’t shot shit

Spending money on these hoes,

nigga you ain’t fuck shit

Talking ’bout you popping tags,

nigga you ain’t bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles,

nigga you ain’t popped shit

All you talk nana clips,

nigga you ain’t shot shit

Spending money on these hoes,

nigga you ain’t fuck shit

Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms

Thats a quarter milly on a hand job nigga

Blllll stick’em fuck you and every nigga came witcha

Gone put a nigga on a picture

Gone put a nigga on a t-shirt

Back in the day when a nigga sell dope

I’mma slap your daddy allofdem put’em in a hole

Glock 40 whooo

My ambitions as a rider

Sipping on lean getting higher

Nigga im a codein buyer

No you ain’t no foreign whip driver

Shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only

You never walk around with alot of money

Bundles falling all out your pocket

When you hit’em in the head can you keep a solid

Bulletproof whip we’ll blow it up

Like some raw uncut don’t blow it up

Represent your hood nigga throw it up

I don’t give a fuck where you at throw it up

Talking ’bout you popping tags,

nigga you ain’t bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles,

nigga you ain’t popped shit

All you talk nana clips,

nigga you ain’t shot shit

Spending money on these hoes,

nigga you ain’t fuck shit

Talking ’bout you popping tags,

nigga you ain’t bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles,

nigga you ain’t popped shit

All you talk nana clips,

nigga you ain’t shot shit

Spending money on these hoes,

nigga you ain’t fuck shit

Catch a nigga slipping at the red light

With ya AK, let me see you shoot it

You’re a goon, you’re a goon,

you’re a goon, you’re a goon

Nigga let me see you prove it

Presidential rollie and its glidin’

Love a nigga wrist when its shinin’

Hate a nigga wrist when its blingin’

So I went and added more diamonds

Hot boy nigga, BG

Thats the way these young niggas eat

Drinking on syrup can’t sleep

Keep a couple standing with ya partner

Blockbuster niggas

running around with real choppers

Nigga what’s the color of them bottles,

they ain’t gold

Now you moving round with ya ho,

You ain’t even sticking to the code

Pimps up, pimps up,

hoes down, hoes down

A pool full of money and I’m ’bout to drown

I’mma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown

Button up suits at the Grammy’s

Had to turn it up for the family

Yes I’m a freebandz bandit

Talking ’bout you popping tags,

nigga you ain’t bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles,

nigga you ain’t popped shit

All you talk nana clips,

nigga you ain’t shot shit

Spending money on these hoes,

nigga you ain’t fuck shit

Talking ’bout you popping tags,

nigga you ain’t bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles,

nigga you ain’t popped shit

All you talk nana clips,

nigga you ain’t shot shit

Spending money on these hoes,

nigga you ain’t fuck shit...

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