Shorties

They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'

Gambino grab the strap
Flash grab my racks
Ball drive the car
Tadoe grab the thots
Tray Savage grab the Mac
Cap grab the bag
Throwback grab the front
This ain't what you want
They're my shorties
Yeah we love shooting guns
Caught Caper from the front
He came through with a pump
Call up Juice from Savage Squad

He came through with the pump
Caught Fredo out the cut
He came through with the mops
Very scary, goosebumps
I come through with the skunk
Blowin' on the skunks
Skunk reeking on my truck
And I don't give a fuck
I got money now no luck
I ain't never gave no fuck
Was always with the Buck-Buck

They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'

They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'

Johny bitch, on my necklace
Come through with that cabbage
We no drama, young and reckless
My niggas always wilding
I swear they off protected
We don't know no detectives
We don't know who shoots the weapons
Don't care 'bout Lexa
All I care about is money
Don't give no fuck 'bout court
Don't give no fuck 'bout Ronnie
I'm so accounted with money
It's more money than tsunami
I'm somewhere eating pastrami
With my shorties we be munching and mobbing

They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'

They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'

They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'

They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'

They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'