Poof

(альбом: No Hooks II - 2017)

Aye
Out west money shit bitch know how I'm rockin nigga
Get your guns up get your funds up
If you on that opp shit get mopsticked bitch
YSN, young street nigga
Aye
This bitch say she like my watch
Bitch say she like my car
Riding solo dolo but I'm hanging out with my Glock
Police got behind me, did I pull over, hell naw
I might bust my dashboard get up with me fuck y'all

I pull up on ya at the light
Then I leave ya at the light
Slime off your shit crash in the sidewalk all in the grasss
I'm in the club high off drugs bitch nigga better not mean mug
Security ain't even search me I just snuck past him with the snuff
Told that bitch I like her sundress and I take it off
I aim at your head choppa make a mess take it off
Sniper on the roof, roof with this bitch imma dawg
There was fleas on your ass nigga you wan bite em off
I got shawties on my payroll, got your halo, they knock you off
My bitch, I feel like John Gotti, I might catch me a new body
If you ain't bout gettin money nigga then you needa find you a new hobby
Whole lotta money whole lotta gold like I sold my soul to the Illuminati
Pussy nigga this a Ferrari this ain't no Maserati
My bitch got one hell of a body, she foreign like Bugatti
Alexander McQueen cause bitch I'm a designer fiend
I buy Balmain's expensive jeans and I fill em with Gs

And my car go poof
It ain't got no roof
Niggas say ya gettin money but yeain't no proof
Pussy nigga fuck with me then your life go poof
Imma player don't be surprised if your bitch go poof
And if you're icy to me your neck and wrist go poof
The police trynna build a case but they ain't got no proof
I'll fuck his bitch 'til she drown and she ain't got no juice
Thinking bout getting on my level that's a hell of a stoop

And your racks go poof
Then your sack go poof
Trynna run from me, choppa make your back go poof
The police chasing me I make theirs be 12 on poof
We put a niggas on a stretcher now they calling for truce
I'm mixing hennessy with pills bitch I'm high off a deuce
Them niggas lie in they rhymes, they ain't telling the truth
I got a ugly bag boy, I bought yo bitch bag
I got a ugly swag, my designer a mismatch
We just pull up on a nigga block with a 100 shots then the 100 train coming
I fuck a bitch, never call her back, tell her I don't love her, I was game running
She ate my dick up bon apetit
Bitch got a tongue like Cardi B
Never red beams on everything
Might be red, might be green
Bowleg bitch: might be thick, might be slim, might be lean
I don't sip lean but I pop beans
Feeling like I'm high off everything
Foe'nem leave no witnesses we be shooting up everything
Fuck a bitch cause I'm married to the game, only way I buy a wedding ring
Run up on a nigga house, put the 4 nickel with a nigga mouth
Told him give me all that shit
Took so much dope I ain't running out
You want the shoes on my feet
Well, they ain't coming out
Rapping shit you ain't bout
These rap niggas love doing shit for the clout
Niggas loose at the mouth

And my car go poof
It ain't got no roof
Niggas say ya gettin money but yeain't no proof
Pussy nigga fuck with me then your life go poof
Imma player don't be surprised if your bitch go poof
And if you're icy to me your neck and wrist go poof
The police trynna build a case but they ain't got no proof
I'll fuck his bitch 'til she drown and she ain't got no juice
Thinking bout getting on my level that's a hell of a stoop