Moolah
Big $oHo FAB
GENRE (Moolah Chorus: Big $oHo FAB)
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
Thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
Wrist cooler, Opps, boom em’
Pockets on TD, believe me, Moolah
(Verse 1: Big $oHo FAB)
Sliding is easy, glizzy hold twelve for niggas who pop shit
Tell homie to pull it, ain't stopping these bullets
Tipped in the corona, they toxic, got an opp thot, she fucking for weed
Get nasty for runtz, im callin up squeeze
Fuck with the So, know we the best, treesh on her knees, fiend for finesse
Just the beginning, never bе over, poppin nucynta
Geeking like Sosa, bae wanna know how i whip up this work
Told lil mama, its all in thе shoulders, baby im whipping these boulders
Crib full of guns and some yola, my homie a loc, its crazy cause his bitch a ola
Got brothers who lifin, they locked for indictments
I licensed my shooter, and now they be hikin
Im yellin free kooda, your bitch im still pipin
I’ll flip your medullah, tell D that the kites in
(Chorus x2: Big $oHo FAB)
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
Thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
Wrist cooler, Opps, boom em’
Pockets on TD, believe me, Moolah
(Verse 2: Caspa DaOpp)
I keep the cyphers wit me, theyll stretch you out like a rubber band
I got one hand on the bible, the smith and wesson in the other hand
I got the upper hand, i run it up for 100 grand
These niggas be slow grinding, just to flip a pack take a hundred years
3 vans 9 shooters, masked up like the taliban
She wanna fuck wit a boss, dont wanna fuck wit the middle man
I feel like the plug in here, start flockin at you like the weatherman
Dont talk to the cops, or cooperate with the government
Locked in we gon bust a manuever, if he talk to the opps ima boom em
Show and prove em, there he go i gotta shoot em
I need me a wetty like Fivi, but im itchin to catch me a homi
Just pass me the blunts, im smokin on runtz
I boom em up, just like im scotty
(Chorus x3: Big $oHo FAB)
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
Thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
Wrist cooler, Opps, boom em’
Pockets on TD, believe me, Moolah
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
Thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
Wrist cooler, Opps, boom em’
Pockets on TD, believe me, Moolah
(Verse 1: Big $oHo FAB)
Sliding is easy, glizzy hold twelve for niggas who pop shit
Tell homie to pull it, ain't stopping these bullets
Tipped in the corona, they toxic, got an opp thot, she fucking for weed
Get nasty for runtz, im callin up squeeze
Fuck with the So, know we the best, treesh on her knees, fiend for finesse
Just the beginning, never bе over, poppin nucynta
Geeking like Sosa, bae wanna know how i whip up this work
Told lil mama, its all in thе shoulders, baby im whipping these boulders
Crib full of guns and some yola, my homie a loc, its crazy cause his bitch a ola
Got brothers who lifin, they locked for indictments
I licensed my shooter, and now they be hikin
Im yellin free kooda, your bitch im still pipin
I’ll flip your medullah, tell D that the kites in
(Chorus x2: Big $oHo FAB)
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
Thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
Wrist cooler, Opps, boom em’
Pockets on TD, believe me, Moolah
(Verse 2: Caspa DaOpp)
I keep the cyphers wit me, theyll stretch you out like a rubber band
I got one hand on the bible, the smith and wesson in the other hand
I got the upper hand, i run it up for 100 grand
These niggas be slow grinding, just to flip a pack take a hundred years
3 vans 9 shooters, masked up like the taliban
She wanna fuck wit a boss, dont wanna fuck wit the middle man
I feel like the plug in here, start flockin at you like the weatherman
Dont talk to the cops, or cooperate with the government
Locked in we gon bust a manuever, if he talk to the opps ima boom em
Show and prove em, there he go i gotta shoot em
I need me a wetty like Fivi, but im itchin to catch me a homi
Just pass me the blunts, im smokin on runtz
I boom em up, just like im scotty
(Chorus x3: Big $oHo FAB)
3 vans 9 shooters, block them manuevers
Thats horror, thats torture, lex, luger
Wrist cooler, Opps, boom em’
Pockets on TD, believe me, Moolah
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