Panhandling

Damn Zay how you do that shit?

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Ayy

Ayy

Ayy

The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt

EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt

Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt

Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first

Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing

Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling

I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming

All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic

I can get real sneaky, I'm tricky dance moves

I be dancin' in these Jordan's, ain't no dance shoes

I be in the ling, ling yard like some bamboo

Left somethin' white up in her hair, wasn't shampoo

My glizzy look like Bubba Ridge, it got muscles on it

It was butt naked, I put some jeans, a belt buckle on it

Need it come with everything, a beam and a muzzle on it

Just in case my target get too far, I can hit opponents

Carjack and lift your car up, I attach a pole

Niggas can't drive on the road, I make him bap his load

Kada got crosses on his face, he'll snatch your soul

Now you in the oven cookin' up like a casserole

I be paranoid, you blow your nose, I might blow the chopper

Niggas want beef, I got shells like a tostada

You ain't for this gang, ain't Fruitridge if you ain't know Poppa

I was startin' five, shooting guard on that old roster

The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt

EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt

Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt

Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first

Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing

Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling

I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming

All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic

Ayy, all you niggas lyin', I run you down, I got cheetah paws

'Member when I hit your phone collect and you ain't see the call

IG bankers be on the 'net, they don't be involved

Last kid, he threw up sucker shit, I blew his pinky off

Ayy, they gon' fuck these bitches when I can't

That's what my brothers for

When I catch a sucker, always pray, then I up the score

I believe in Ant, Pop, and Bub, I can't love the Lord

I just threw a rope on this K, we play tug of war

Have your shooter step on me, I blow like a landmine

I be throwin' up Fruitridge Blood with a hand sign

And I'm masked up for the drill like Mankind

If you ever say I ain't True Story, you a damn lie

Gotta play it safe and ride with K on the interstate

All he heard was, "Pah-pah-pah," then the windows break

Glass breakin', soundin' like I dropped a dinner plate

Hit the gas, do the dash, tryna win a race

The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt

EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt

Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt

Labels callin', I can't sign no deal, I need a milly first

Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing

Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling

I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming

All they windows drop from this Glock like it's panoramic