The key don’t work nigga my shit push to start In love with this work nigga this shit stole my heart Headed to the top so I dropped my top Fingers cramping up I been counting a lot This bih giving me head Her friend wanna swap I said go ahead Eat that corn of the cob
Don’t come roun acting like u hold me down I know the real you I been stressing for along time I mixing crown with simply juice Swuitched out my 40 for 7.62 Surrounded by deads count up the blues Locked in the cage I was plotting my next move I’m finna take these lil niggas to school