Hott Britney Mixx

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah That's og mixed with pink runts yeah That's og mixed with pink runts you Can tell by the way i cough I rarely take the day off Every year i'm in the playoffs Staying focused on my money Topshelf Madoff Saturated in drip Franks Red hot sauce Thats OG mixed with Pink Runts You can tell by the way i cough I rarely take the day off Every year i'm in the playoffs Staying focused on my money Topshelf Madoff Saturated in drip Franks Red hot sauce Thats OG mixed with Pink Runts You can tell by the way i cough Staying focused on my money Topshelf Madoff I'm 350 on pre heat I really need to cool off Your chick is at my cribo her Tops Bout To pop off She keeps it so one hundred and That's About to pay off Ima keep droppin these singles 'till This rap shit pay off Deontae Wilder wit the shits i ain't Taken no loss Better talk to me real nicely bitch You lookin at the new boss I'm tryna get my pockets sloppy like The fat Rick Ross Better book me now no coupons Bitch you gotta pay the full cost How the hell else ima have my Mama ballin out at the Mall Bouta backend all them Ben Frankie's And stack'em up this tall Yeah that's OG mixed wit pink runts You can tell by the way I cough Hit my joint on 5th and high st. Drippin hard as concrete Hoppin out the drop Lil mama hott Bangin my songs on repeat What's your secret ain't no secret Just stay focused and unique While i'm cooking up ear dope For the suburbs and the streets whoa I rarely take the day off Every year i'm in the playoffs Staying focused on my money Topshelf Madoff Saturated in drip Franks Red hot sauce That's OG mixed with Pink Runts You can tell by the way i cough Cough cough cough You can tell by the way I cough You can tell by the way I talk to the Manager I make the calls Yeah I make soda pop at night But with rappin Ima boss I'm independent wit all my music shit I paid the cost From the marketing beats to the Promo Got some rap advise from Mogal That was priceless bout to blow like IsIS TopShelf is a crisis yeah When it comes to this rappin in my City I'm the nicest if my flow had a Zodiac sign Yo I swear it'd be a Pisces yeah Tryna have a twitter beef about it Oh know but there's one thing That i Know somebody free Papa Joe its Been long enough you know Need the OG back on the streets to Show you young nas how it go Aint no days off when you chase the Bagg gotta stay, ready set go yeah I rarely take the day off Every year i'm in the playoffs Staying focused on my money Topshelf Madoff Saturated in drip Franks Red hot sauce That's OG mixed with Pink Runts You can tell by the way i cough I rarely take the day off yeah yeah yeah

Hmmm Squad, squad, squad (Hmmm) unexpected like a mixtape Catch you at yo' crib, if you're readin' this, it's too late (Hmmm) point a choppa at a nigga Now he runnin' like a track race (hmmm) Catch a nigga while he waitin' on his dinner Cut his head off, leave his ass with a full plate (hmmm) Nigga talkin' shit, put the metal to his mouth Now I call his ass brace face (Hmmm) unexpected like a mixtape Catch you at yo' crib, if you're readin' this, it's too late (Hmmm) point a choppa at a nigga Now he runnin' like a track race (hmmm) Catch a nigga while he waitin' on his dinner Cut his head off, leave his ass with a full plate (hmmm) Nigga talkin' shit, put the metal to his mouth Now I call his ass brace face (hmmm) And yo' bitch up for grabs like a sweepstake I'ma eat her ass like a cheesecake (hmmm) Now we back to my place Bust on her face, wit' my nut like a toothpaste (Hmmm) straight up at his crib like it's Home Alone MAC up to his face, you would think he had a lipstick on (hmmm) Price on his head, hella ice like a sled Make a nigga freeze up like Frozone (hmmm) Put the chrome to a nigga dome Now his ass stuck like he need a couple chromosomes (hmmm) I'm at yo' door like a ding-dong I'll serve you like ping-pong (hmmm) And yo' bitch say my name like I'm Mike Jones I'ma eat her ass like some neck bones (hmmm) Choppa ring like a telephone Shoot him in his stomach, you would think a nigga belly gone (hmmm) Say I rap like a sing-along And they got it playin' on their phone like a ringtone (hmmm) Big dick, King Kong Take her to the crib, then I put the whole team on (Hmmm) I just got some cash on the flip shit Bought yo' bitch some Toms, so she's playin' for the Patriots (hmmm) Always first, never second, I'm a God, in the Heavens When I die, I'm a legend on my Drake shit (hmmm) Pull up on yo' block with a banana clip If a nigga lackin', I'ma turn him to banana split (hmmm) I ch-ch-ch-chop shit Body up in pieces, pick it up with some chopsticks (hmmm) Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch And you know I'm finna eat her ass like some catfish (hmmm) I pull up like, "Skrrt" Peep out the window, then I had to pop shit (hmmm) Like Herbo, we kill shit We gon' fuck around, crack yo' bitch like a base hit (hmmm) I could turn yo' bitch my bitch Shorty outta hand, fuck around and Ray Rice shit (Hmmm) Channel 9 pronounced him dead Laid him under bodies like a mattress on a bed (hmmm) Catch a nigga try to run, shoot him in his side Make him do the stanky leg (hmmm) If you lackin', then you dead Face shots, push ya eyeballs back to ya head (hmmm) Niggas think it's sweet 'til his bloodshed Now he not respondin' to nobody like his phone dead (hmmm) I ain't even goin' for his head Chest shots, leakin' out like he standin' for the pledge (hmmm) Got a bad bitch layin' in my bed Watchin' Spongebob while she gives me fantastic head (hmmm) Got yo' girl in the back seat, sweatin' like an athlete Now she on top like a bunk bed (hmmm) Guns pointed at his head Call his ass Ebola, how a pussy nigga spread (hmmm) Four niggas got the whole world doin' it Got niggas teed up like a body on a crucifix (hmmm) Me and my squad, we up in this bitch Nigga talkin' shit, we act a fool like Ludacris (hmmm) With yo' bitch makin' movie clips Slide in her crib, eat her ass like tuna fish (hmmm) I come through shootin' shit, bodies droppin' Have a U-Haul come, and move the shit (hmmm) Shooters goin' crazy like some lunatics Uzi spit (fill a nigga up, his medulla split) Who is this? (Nigga, we not new to this) True to this (passin' hoes to my bros) We be alley-oopin' shit (hmmm) (Runnin') turn up, turn up (runnin' to the money) Y'all know how we comin', man (runnin' to the money) We be runnin', man, to the money, man (runnin' to the money, huh?) Runnin' to the money (gang!) Runnin' to the money (turn up, turn up, runnin' to the money) Hell nah (get it), we take that shit out, take that shit out, bruh Yo, muscle head ass (brick head ass boy)