Wooh

Why you not buying no planes no more

Shootouts we don't fight no more

Why u not rocking your ice no more

I don't wear my clothes twice no more

Why u don't carry your pipe no more

You say don't fuck her twice no more

Why u don't fuck with them racks no more

Why u not coppin no pounds no more

I don't even think about dying no more

Why that chain don't shine no more

Why u don't be with the fam no more

Why you niggas don't slide no more

Me and the streets compatible

AP flooding radical

Gucci channel I bought it too

Don't sit green cause that won't do

(Ooh, ooh)

Tired of you

(Ooh, ooh)

Bentley coupe

(Ooh, ooh)

Taxin you

(Ooh, ooh)

Light a hoop

Killers turn to groupies

Robbers turn to groupies

All this shit is goofy

This shit like a movie

Nike-Ikey I keep shooting (boom)

I know niggas toot it

I don't know how you can do it

You play with me you disappear

These percs they got me skinny

Everyday niggas dying like Kenny

Start popping when I park that bentley

Killers like Santa Claus, come to your chimney

Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy

Kicked her out like lord forgive me

Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh

Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh

Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh

Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh

Quarter million dollar coupe,

I just lost a roof

Bitch I like my money blue,

Ballin like I go to Duke

Shoot bitch I'm straight from Memphis

I keep extensions with me

These hoes they ain't worth a penny

But we still pimpin bitches

Can't stop bitch my shit ain't rented

I'm sliding foreign tinted

With a couple killers in it

We fucked these back too many

Yeah bitch, you know the business

We on the road to riches

Yeah bitch, you know the business

We gettin a lot of digits

Young nigga with plenty of money and ammunition

New baguettes with no pendant

Every bitch ain't cost a 50