Stylin’ On You

I be stylin on you haters, Tell your main bitch see you later






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I be stylin on you haters

Tell your main bitch I'll see her later

Before the deal

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I shoot for the kill

Coke boy bonafied cop








Came back 10 fold

Maybach 10 hoes

A fifth of hen, 10 O's

Stay down 10 toes

When that money coming fast I ain't gotta rob

Montana Ballin like Oscar Rob, ask your broad

Watch her climb off the pole let the ass bounce

Top off the whole crew, that’s what I call a head count

Fuck humble, triple double on these fake niggas

Hundred rounds ….. Just to wake niggas up

Shake niggas up

Hole like 45 plates just to shake this is up

Throw that money up never been ashamed

Crib 4 acres yell fuckin haters













The word on the streets that the nigga cokeboy flip hit his head right

Certified street nigga with his bread right

If im speeding through your hood with no headlights

Better grip up motherfucker cause it’s a lead night

Flip in drugs yeah cocaine gang

Shit about to blow up, fire and propane

Tell your bitch im straight

Took her to the crib she on her knees blowing the whole gang

You out of line I had you looking like the japanese

Under pressure under water, beg the lord can you breathe

My nigga splat keep his ….. On

You gon see the next movement with the class of the young













I be stylin on you haters

Tell your main bitch I see her later

We getting money that’s a

Outta town well respected im the boss money player

New couple black and grey like the raiders

Try to go back and forth like a fuckin

If they don’t get me now they get me later

Coke boys run new york more clock then the mayor



Ive been putting work in overtime

Young face but I was graced with an older grind

They sneaking cheap shots but I resupply

_________________ twist of lime

These niggas slippin on they pimpin get your bitch in line

Chinx Drugz squad up each an every time



Fo sho maine, good night