Hodgy - P-Lo lyrics

Ay i'm cocking the Smith'an'
No nonsense forgiven
All these tracks that I'm whipping
Man I'm locked in the kitchen
Nose is snotty, they sniffling
Niggas stop with the bitching
I'm too Scotty, I'm pimping
Now you stopping and listen
Man I got this, I'm itching
Fourth quarter, fought them some inches
Do it for my son first, second is the riches
Find a bad bitch that don't
Act like bad bitches
I smash it once then pass the blunt
Now I got mad bitches
Money is the motto you can run my tab
Bitches
I'm just testing your judgment like were
Up in a lab with it
And you fucking failed and up for sale
You're the
Type to pop off at your fucking mouth
And duck your tail
I'm trying to get money long
Grab a old stack, this bundle stale
Coasting a sail on all these paperless trails
You can get your issue nigga
Better post a mail
Either love me or go to hell
I keep depression concealed on me
What goes around comes around
A fortune of wheels homie
I'ma buy my momma a whip
Porsche with the heels, homie
I put that on my momma and
I put that on my sponsor
You can't put down a beach monster
Bow down when you meet your honor yeah

I got this watch my handles
Then bitch I'm channeled in
Your man's just rambling
Talking sweet like a mandarin
I'm gaining wait and fit to win
Roll up the twin and hit the twin
Righteous, but yo we live this
And rep it in brims
One of the best doing it this millennium
My blood thick is as skin
No haters in my peripherals
Tunnel vision got me squinting
I direct my future like I'm Quintin
I'm stacking M and M's, put them Benjamens