No Velcro

Really eatin', thirty in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
Bitch I keep that chocolate like I’m Wonka, Willie
Bananas in my pocket, it’s a jungle (it's a jungle), illy
He tried to rob me but I had a chopper, silly
Yeah, yeah, he’s silly
Nigga tried to pop me, nigga ate a wheelie
Tabo in this bitch and he acting real silly
CB in this bitch and you know it’s grippy
Grippy, grippy, don’t say trippy
Forty on my hippy, nigga you’ll get drippy
Ayy, you can get it bitch, I don’t give a fuck, ho
Pull up with that thirty, smoke your ass like some like some crack though
We don’t smoke none of, none of that though
Get your, get your bitch ass smacked though, ayy
And I always keep a fucking stack ho
And my pockets big big, yeah that’s a fat ho, ugh
Yeah, that’s a fat ho
And I’m in this bitch leaning like I’m Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, and my heart slow
I can’t love a bitch 'cause you know my heart cold, bitch
Jeepers creepers, scarecrow
And a nigga get stomped in some shell toes
Yeah, yeah, I don’t rock no velcro
Yeah, yeah, I don’t rock no velcro, bitch