Broke Opps

DJ on the beat so its a banger
Von
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and tore out his gristle
It was the nickel, and its a Glock
And that bitch sound like a missile
He know Im official
Doing all that woofin and shit, boy, you know Ima get you
And wasnt nobody with him
I wore a nine, the shoes, aint nobody fit em
I popped me a Perky and thirty
Im high then a bitch, boy, aint nobody perfect
If I take a L, Im back on that corner
Im hustlin, aint nobody serving
Get booked cause somebody working
He told, I know that for certain
Get caught, Im closing his curtains
We scored another conversion
Designer, Givenchy
All of this ice on my wrist and it feel like its Christmas
Speaking of Christmas, come get your ho
I be climbing all up in her chimney
We sharing the ho if she friendly
Aint see him, he gone, he missing
Wont see me in the back of a Bentley
Hop out and Im blowin, its rented
Walk up, aint doin no drive-bys
You MVP, that bitch my sideline
Just a wild lil nigga from the South side
Nigga killed your homie, you dont even come outside
I ****ed your bitch on purpose
Them bows come in, we working
My song come on, she twerking
All the opps be broke, they hurting
My niggas, they too official
Send a text, they get right with you
Yall was somewhere playing Monkey in the Middle
We was trying to put on for some guns when I was little
If he still alive, we gon meet em and then split em
On the jail call, gotta talk in a riddle
Ho said she love me, she gone tat my initials
Nigga move foul, get to blowing like a whistle
**** that, lets talk about Louis, Amiri, and Gucci and Prada and shit
When I go to the store, they closing the door and they bringing me bottles and shit
**** that, lets talk about that lil one-fifty I spent with my lawyer and shit
My gun dont punch, it kick
Get with the shit or get hit in your shit
Pull up and get him
That bullet ripped through his tissue and pulled out his gristle
It was the nickel, and its a Glock
And that bitch sound like a missile
He know Im official
Doing all that woofin and shit, boy, you know Ima get you
And wasnt nobody with him
I wore a nine, the shoes, aint nobody fit em
Walk up, aint doing no drive-bys
You MVP bitch, that bitch my sideline
Just a wild lil nigga from the South side
Nigga killed your homie, you dont even come outside
I ****ed your bitch on purpose
Them bros come in, we working
My song come on, she twerking
All the opps be broke, they hurting