Lyrics

Serving them P's I been getting them bags off Bitch I'm use to the struggle I ain't use to them fast cars I Been switching and swerving and breaking the laws Put my pops in the raif yeah the one with the stars Put my ma in a crib a brand new Audemar Had to pray for the day I might not see tomorrow Then i smoke me a j take a trip up to mars Serving them P's I been getting them bags off Bags bags bags bags Bitch I'm use to the struggle I ain't use to them fast cars I Been switching and swerving and breaking the law Put my pops in the raif yeah the one with the stars Put my ma in a crib a brand new Audemar Had to pray for the day I might not see tomorrow Then i smoke me a j take a trip up to mars Bitch i breakdown a P get it in get it gone Take a trip out to cali and grow out the farm You cannot catch me lacking I'm heavily armed If you run up on me then u leaving me harmed I ain't playing with pistols I'm playing with bombs I get on the beat kill the beat like Osama I'm smoking on Runtz bitch i feel like Obama You run up on me you receiving your karma Niggas want war i can bring all the drama I been stacking up digits and running up commas She good for the night tell her bring her pajamas I ain't playing with niggas i leave em in trauma Colt ona beat and you know this bitch rocking She throw that ass back now her pussy is popping Fucked the bitch after work yea i took off her stockings Kicked the dog in the cage cause that bitch kept on barking Serving them P's I been getting them bags off Bitch I'm use to the struggle I ain't use to them fast cars I Been switching and swerving and breaking the laws Put my pops in the raif yeah the one with the stars Put my ma in a crib a brand new Audemar Had to pray for the day I might not see tomorrow Then i smoke me a j take a trip up to mars Serving them P's I been getting them bags off Bags bags bags bags Bitch I'm use to the struggle I ain't use to them fast cars I Been switching and swerving and breaking the law Put my pops in the raif yeah the one with the stars Put my ma in a crib a brand new Audemar Had to pray for the day I might not see tomorrow Then i smoke me a j take a trip up to mars
Writer(s): Colton Henry, Dion L Cofield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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