Them my shorties, them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I get my shorties 40's
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin' scorin' scorin'
Them my shorties, them my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40's
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we 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
Throw bag, grab the front
This ain't what you want
Them my shorties
Yeah we love shooting guns
Caught Caper from the front
He came through with a pump
Call Juice from savage squad
He come through with the lumps
Call Fredo out the cut
He come through with the mops
Very scary, goosebumps
I come through with the skunk
Blowin' on the skunks
Skunk reeking out 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

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

Them my shorties
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we blowin' blowin' blowin'

I'm smokin' cabbage
Johnny bitch, on my necklace
Come through with that garbage
We know drama, young and reckless
My niggas always wylin'
I swear they over protective
We don't know, detective
We don't know who shoots the weapons
Don't care about a lecture
All I care about is money
Don't give no fuck 'bout court
Don't give no fuck 'bout Ronnie
I'm somewhere counting money
It's a money damn tsunami
I'm somewhere eatin' pastrami with my shorties
We be munchin' and mobbin'

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

Them my shorties
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
Them my shorties
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
Them my shorties
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
Them my shorties
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
Them my shorties
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
Them my shorties
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
Them my shorties

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Writer(s): Keith Cozart