Shoulda Coulda

(Go crazy, A.G.) Sixty thousand on the counter, nigga Brought it out to take a picture Your lack look like a Panther, nigga Black on black, too presidential I ain't never been a racist type 'Cause I'll sell a nigga Three five of the Czar up in the woods Your blunt taste like a Swisher Know she gon' be lookin' at me weird 'Cause I fuck twin sisters Tell me what the fuck you ever did You always say you coulda Shoulda, coulda, bad nigga If you coulda, bitch, you woulda Thought he bought a brick of white Soul is as a block of sugar Three carats up in my ear Moissé, it look like a booger Don't be worried 'bout that bitch You see me with her, boy, I took her Can't be worried 'bout that shit Them ill gon' come for you, get richer (alright) Cadillac, no expedition Shit on me, I need statition You know all this lead up in that Glock Can't come up out no pencil (alright) Pull up on a S.I.T. She gon' pop it like a pimple (ayy) I don't see my opps trollin' No more, somebody probably killed him Pocket full of Fettuccine Spot look like a fetish trap (ayy, man) You can't put that load on the road You better mail 'em now (ayy) Fat niggas stay with some soft shit Call 'em teddy bear Six figures up off the land Still'll catch me everywhere .41 on my rear Can't tell the time, you know I do the most (roll it) Ain't wastin' no time talkin' no biz 'Cause I know she gon' go On the South, we throwin' fours Turn, but I be sellin' bows When I'm baby, sit up in the trap You on your same load Auntie Jen cook Sunday dinner Cook crack on the same stove Why you mad 'bout how I treat the bitch? We fuck the same ho Three day later, same clothes Three thousand up on the fit That before I bought the shoes Two thousand up on the kit Caught a hat, he got a split That what paid lawyers do (yeah) Chopper got them goals in him With look like a Florida dude Fake sippin', that ain't no trip Well, that shit like Theraflu Drive the Duke, drank and he ain't trainin' When I'm tellin' you Put my back, I'm still over in it Bitch, ho, I can't marry you I know these purse I got faked in A bitch I'm still gon' sell 'em to (what you said?) I don't play defensive end All I know, go get a sack We know you be swappin' VIN All these cats, we paid cash What the fuck I'm fakin' for? Like Ace, they Rollie, fake and fucked Still hunnid up in the hood Porsche power, you fuckin' ducked Bruh just made some dog shit out the music We like, "What the fuck?" Ever since I took that truck to Cali I been lit as fuck Sixty thousand on the counter, nigga Brought it out to take a picture Your lack look like a Panther, nigga Black on black, too presidential I ain't never been a racist type 'Cause I'll sell a nigga Three-five of the Zod up in the woods Your blood taste like a Swisher Know she gon' be lookin' at me weird 'Cause I fuck twin sisters Tell me, what the fuck you ever did? You always say you coulda Shoulda, coulda, Van, nigga If you coulda, bitch, you woulda (Van)