CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Shitty Cheese
Choose, ayy
Soon as I wake up, I need a eighth
You broke-a** n***as never seen a Wraith
My weed trap spot do a G a day
Got in a high speed chase, threw a P away
My ex b*t*h down for a Visa case
My new b*t*h bad like LisaRaye
Got a big load in, it's a piece of cake
Before I spend, I'm looking for a cheaper rate
This new sh*t drop two fiends already
Took it to the kitchen, hit it with the Macarena
Then I toss it to my cousin like a hot potato
I'ma get it out the mud like a crop potato
Turn around to the K, I got eighties on
I'm in the bay with Stan and BabyTron
Four cookie piece going for the eighty-five
You don't wanna collide with them shady guys
Been threw my heart down the gutter
Put a bag on yo head and call my bounty hunter
If she see me with the roll then I'm bound to f**k her
Steven Adams type sh*t, walk around with thunder
I'm the jugg president, just got elected in
Just shock the clerk with this electric BIN
Devil knocking on the door, I can't let him in
Feel like Wu-Tang Clan with this method, man
Aware of my surroundings like I'm c*ckeye
.30 clip longer than the drive-through at Popeyes
In the cut clean as hell like peroxide
Yo b*t*h is not a dime, go ahead and drop five
Johnny Cage, get him finished with the chop
Ain't no middle ground, b*t*h, you winning or you not?
I ain't quickscoping when I'm spinning with the Glock
Ain't a post move when I'm spinning down yo block
I ain't never played fair, I'll choke the ref
Runtz got me flying up like I'm Boba Fett
Pray for the one times I was close to death
Throw that b*t*h out the whip if she don't throw the neck
Bazooka work when I jam, the store might explode
Ain't no love in my heart, what I tell the hoes
If a play near then I'm on it, I can smell the Pros
Plug say it's risky on the road, he gon' mail the load
Opps broke, probably pick quarters off the ground
I'll put a hole in his top, he a dolphin now
Good suppressor on the strap then it lost the sound
Big-a** chop, shot the floor and I broke the ground
Thinking he Bernard Hopkins, I done shot his a**
Ebron off the Lions, dawg, you done dropped the bag
Walk in Somerset thrusted up, finna pop some tags
Thinking he on go with the hands, I done stopped his a**
Big-a** .40, call it "Zubac"
Bro bought a new chop for the new opps
Threw the clippers in and turned a dreadhead to 2Pac
Something like a free throw, I gave doggy two shots
Soon as I wake up, I need a eighth
You broke-a** n***as never seen a Wraith
My weed trap spot do a G a day
Got in a high speed chase, threw a P away
My ex b*t*h down for a Visa case
My new b*t*h bad like LisaRaye
Got a big load in, it's a piece of cake
Before I spend, I'm looking for a cheaper rate
This new sh*t drop two fiends already
Took it to the kitchen, hit it with the Macarena
Then I toss it to my cousin like a hot potato
I'ma get it out the mud like a crop potato
Turn around to the K, I got eighties on
I'm in the bay with Stan and BabyTron
Four cookie piece going for the eighty-five
You don't wanna collide with them shady guys
Been threw my heart down the gutter
Put a bag on yo head and call my bounty hunter
If she see me with the roll then I'm bound to f**k her
Steven Adams type sh*t, walk around with thunder
I'm the jugg president, just got elected in
Just shock the clerk with this electric BIN
Devil knocking on the door, I can't let him in
Feel like Wu-Tang Clan with this method, man
Aware of my surroundings like I'm c*ckeye
.30 clip longer than the drive-through at Popeyes
In the cut clean as hell like peroxide
Yo b*t*h is not a dime, go ahead and drop five
Johnny Cage, get him finished with the chop
Ain't no middle ground, b*t*h, you winning or you not?
I ain't quickscoping when I'm spinning with the Glock
Ain't a post move when I'm spinning down yo block
I ain't never played fair, I'll choke the ref
Runtz got me flying up like I'm Boba Fett
Pray for the one times I was close to death
Throw that b*t*h out the whip if she don't throw the neck
Bazooka work when I jam, the store might explode
Ain't no love in my heart, what I tell the hoes
If a play near then I'm on it, I can smell the Pros
Plug say it's risky on the road, he gon' mail the load
Opps broke, probably pick quarters off the ground
I'll put a hole in his top, he a dolphin now
Good suppressor on the strap then it lost the sound
Big-a** chop, shot the floor and I broke the ground
Thinking he Bernard Hopkins, I done shot his a**
Ebron off the Lions, dawg, you done dropped the bag
Walk in Somerset thrusted up, finna pop some tags
Thinking he on go with the hands, I done stopped his a**
Big-a** .40, call it "Zubac"
Bro bought a new chop for the new opps
Threw the clippers in and turned a dreadhead to 2Pac
Something like a free throw, I gave doggy two shots
