Hitting this niggas by the Bodega 
Baggin’ your bitch by the Bodega 
Smoke my weed bout the Bodega 
Red square nigga, I don’t know better 
Might catch it out by the Bodega 
I’ll be on the block by the Bodega 
Niggas get shut by the Bodega 
Red trap nigga I don’t know better 

Hitting this nigga by the Bodega 
Rain, hail, sleet in the snow weather
YR squad that’s forever 
Real trap nigga in don’t know better 
Running to the money, I’mma go get ‘em 
Rally on set with the Bo. realer 
You keep talking ‘bout free honey
Well he was locked you will send ‘em no letters 
Coffee and split, that’s dirty 
I ain’t no fuck that dirty 
Got a white bitch like Fergie and I still round and round with that thirty 
Came up in the flex, try to be funny, get stressed cuz I’ve been throw a lot 
My niggas is balling, pull up a new fragrance, let’s been throw your block 
On the road to the money, more fifties and hundreds
You with me or nah 
My plagues from(?)  calley 
He orders the pounds and get shut the old block 
I cook at the work and sit on a pie 
And if you don’t know, you’re bitch it’s on that 
Yeah 

Hitting this niggas by the Bodega 
Baggin’ your bitch by the Bodega 
Smoke my weed bout the Bodega 
Red square nigga, I don’t know better 
Might catch it out by the Bodega 
I’ll be on the block by the Bodega 
Niggas get shut by the Bodega 
Red trap nigga I don’t know better