Whole Crowd

[Hook]

I don't like lil bets, I win whole pots

I don't like lil hoes I get old thots

I like new gwop and old gwop

Remember letting tools pop in O-block

Ain't no more verses that shit sold out

I don't like white nigga, bring that gold out

Smoking on this green dope is so loud

I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd

[Verse 1]

Walk up in the show that shit sold out

And we walk up in the show with poles out

Let a nigga try me he get blown down

Referee whistle I am so foul

If you ain't know nigga now you know now

I'm in my BD stance, ten toes down

Life a roller coaster bitch it Glo round

On that scoop so I'm finna go and scoop your ho now

When I hit the bank I am so proud

Just got some money in and it so loud

You smoke dirty weed that ain't no loud

Boy that pack for kids that is so child

Pull up on your bitch then take off wild

I push it to the limit I'm Rick Ross now

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd

Who wanna smoke now, I got dope now

I got a lotta pack, lotta thrax

Lotta X, lotta flats bitch, lotta narcotics bitch

I pop a flat, and I'm in that, at your neck bitch

Catch you lacking, should of had your asses bitch

Pull up in that wolf this is not a Lex bitch

She like "ain't you Chief Keef," I'm like "Yes bitch"

Bitch nigga it's cracking

Get up off the porch no lacking

Ride up on you slide the door back, audience clapping

We take what you taxing, split it up like magic

[Hook]