Cruisin' on yo block and I be winnin' (yea I'm winnin)
I got many bitches all over Miami (what the fuck)
Why the fuck they all up in my fuckin' business
I keep that hoe with my window close
And I'm cashin' on his grave, hell yeah
Cruisin' on yo block and I be winnin' (yea I'm winnin)
I got many bitches all over Miami (what the fuck)
Why the fuck they all up in my fuckin' business
I keep that hoe with my window close
And I'm cashin' on his grave, hell yeah
Hell yeah, I love pain
Pierce thru pussies, A-Train
Now you cryin', boy yo snottin', gosha gosha bang bang
We be slangin' with the gat ready
Fuck you finna see me finna fuck yo fantasy
I'ma fuckin' call you George
Either you don't know or you runnin' outta breath
Pullin' soul like I'm Thresh, say hello to death
Only marry to the money cus they never do me wrong
Poppin' another rich kid, they finna put his name in song (whoa)
Cruisin' on yo block and I be winnin' (yea I'm winnin)
I got many bitches all over Miami (what the fuck)
Why the fuck they all up in my fuckin' business
I keep that hoe with my window close
And I'm cashin' on his grave, hell yeah
Cruisin' on yo block and I be winnin' (yea I'm winnin)
I got many bitches all over Miami (what the fuck)
Why the fuck they all up in my fuckin' business
I keep that hoe with my window close
And I'm cashin' on his grave, hell yeah