HoW iT Go

Bitch I am not scared to die
I want 2 rollies them big tings
The ones that shine by my side
I used to like selling bricks now this shit it just got me tired
Runnin way from the police
And the self made homicide
I thought you'd always gon ride
I knew u was gon be a fuck nigga the day I saw u switch sides
Issa evil world we live in man whatever I try
Imma get me a tech nine for all yall dick riders
Tellin that shit to the police and shit yall bitch yall cry
And I told you bout them rollies that time
I want 4 chains with it to shine too bright
Get my ma a crib and get shit right
Keep my G's close, make sure they alright
Imma keep a rubber you know that's right
Smoke 10 blunts and feel aight
And I think I need to follow God's light
But
I just want ice on my neck
Get into that business
GEM whenever we step
We comin straight for the banks
Drive a lambo a rari and a tank
I like how u look in that tank
Ion care bout bitches they stank
I know they all wanna flex up show out whenever I come
You know im the baddest and shit but damn look I'm yet to come
Im on the west im tryna dodge 12 woaw girl won't u pipe down
Im finna go in the southside slang that shit I won't keep none
You know I just want the shits
You know I just get real lit
Me I just wanna get rich,
Get a rub up on my feet and my dick
Poppin a brick then im robbin yo chick
I get a check then I get that new shit
I want Givenchy I want that Rick
I want that gas and I want that legit
I smoke that pack and the opps filled in it
I had a girl but you know I blew it
I rolled dice but shit I losed it
Gotta say I'm kinda stucked wit it
But that's how it go tho
We still from the west tho
We rollin that indo
Got nuff but I need me more
(I do)
Yeah I smoke that pack
You know I flew that
I got no love for nyash
I'd do it all for the right cash
I got it all in the stash
Im so high I might crash
I'm so high I might
I might pass out on that shit
Bitch I'm too geeked I can't see off that shit
Gone by 2-7 cause I'll be that lit
U already know if I die I'm gone lit
I'm out in NY and they got the blicks
You know the police ain't shit
You know bout us we'll leave you sick
You know bout me cause bitch
You know I just want the shits
You know I just get real lit
Me I just wanna get rich,
Get a rub up on my feet and my dick
Poppin a brick then I'm robbin yo chick
I get a check then I get that new shit
I want Givenchy I want that Rick
I want that gas and I want that legit
I smoke that pack and the opps filled in it
I had a girl but you know I blew it
I rolled dice but shit I losed it
Gotta say I'm kinda stucked wit it
But that's how it go tho
We still from the west tho
We rollin that indo
Got nuff but I need me more