Kick Her Out

(álbum: Citgo Stories - 2016)

I done broke my wrist after whipping with the pot
I smoke so much pot, aye, feds they be hot, aye
Yelling fuck 12, aye, fuck the school bell, aye
Screaming fuck jail let my niggas out them cells, aye
Never went to class, aye, skipped all the lessons, aye
Sent me to detention and I still ain't learned my lessons, aye
Never gave a fuck, your bitch wanna fuck
Bullets aiming at you I advise your ass to duck
Niggas they be mad cause they ain't got no cash
I be flipping packs while y'all niggas call me trash
Masterati clothes, new designer shoes
Still getting money so who the fuck is you
I get guap that's that taller than a light pole
Riding round the city with about nine poles
I'm rocking and rolling these hoes they be going
My pistol be blowing my niggas be blowing
I don't fuck with new niggas who is you nigga
I got [?] in the cut he a shoot nigga
I'm a pull up in that magic, yeah yeah
Disappear like it's magic
Finna mix the molly with the four, aye
I be cooling riding with my woes, aye
Where my double cup though, aye
Finna kick her out the door

Finna kick her out the door, I don't need her no more
I don't need her no more, finna kick her out the door
Finna kick her out the door, I don't need her no more
I don't need her no more, finna kick her out the door
Finna kick her out the door, I don't need her no more
I don't need her no more, finna kick her out the door