Who got the rhyme Who got the flow Who got shine Who got the door Who got the lines Who got the straws Who got the style Who got the dough Who got the dope, I been trapping the medicine My block is as hot as it’s ever been Shut the door on a cop, we don’t let them in Spin on the witness, ain’t leaving the evidence Drank & ice in the styrofoam Been swapping the hoes like my time zone Way she sucking my dick got my mind blown Big ass baguettes, you still rocking rhinestones Cutting this dope like a surgeon, it made me nervous I got to splurging, i drop a bag on his head like a turban 52 shots at the back of suburban Bitch said I keep me a strap like a dyke, I give her pipe & I catch a flight I don’t like bitches to stay over night Get you some dope, turn up your life I got the dope & the money & my bands up I’m flipping packs like I’m flipping through a channel I took a flight from Korea to Atlanta Smashed her on the balcony, hotel sandals Perfect timing회색 바지 흰색...