Panhandling - Bris

Ayy

Ayy

Ayy

The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt

EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt

Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt

Labels callin', I can’t sign no deal, I need a milly first

Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing

Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling

I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming

All they windows drop from this Glock like it’s panoramic

I can get real sneaky, I’m tricky dance moves

I be dancin' in these Jordans, ain’t no dance shoes

I be in the ling ling yard like some bamboo

Left somethin' white up in her hair, wasn’t shampoo

My glizzy look like Bubba Ridge, it got muscles on it

It was buttnaked, I put some jeans, a belt buckle on it

Need it come with everything, a beam and a muzzle on it

Just in case my target get too far, I can hit opponents

Car jack and lift your car up, I attach a pole

Niggas can’t drive on the road, I make him bap his load

Kada got crosses on his face, he’ll snatch your soul

Now you in the oven cookin' up like a casserole

I be paranoid, you blow your nose, I might blow the chopper

Niggas want beef, I got shells like a tostada

You ain’t for this gang, ain’t Fruitridge if you ain’t know Poppa

I was startin' five, shooting guard on that old roster

The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt

EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt

Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt

Labels callin', I can’t sign no deal, I need a milly first

Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing

Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling

I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming

All they windows drop from this Glock like it’s panoramic

Ayy, all you niggas lyin', I run you down, I got cheetah paws

'Member when I hit your phone collect and you ain’t see the call

IG bankers be on the 'net, they don’t be involved

Last kid, he threw up sucker shit, I blew his pinky off

Ayy, they gon' fuck these bitches when I can’t, that’s what my brothers for

When I catch a sucker, always pray, then I up the score

I believe in Ant, Pop, and Bub, I can’t love the Lord

I just threw a rope on this K, we play tug of war

Have your shooter step on me, I blow like a landmine

I be throwin' up Fruitridge Blood with a hand sign

And I’m masked up for the drill like Mankind

If you ever say I ain’t True Story, you a damn lie

Gotta play it safe and ride with K on the interstate

All he heard was, «Pah-pah-pah,» then the windows break

Glass breakin', soundin' like I dropped a dinner plate

Hit the gas, do the dash, tryna win a race

The suckers killed Ant, Pop, and Bub, that shit really hurt

EBK send shots on every block, I got the city turnt

Have my bitch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt

Labels callin', I can’t sign no deal, I need a milly first

Better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing

Pan in my hand, I two-hand it, call that panhandling

I was hella hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming

All they windows drop from this Glock like it’s panoramic