Shop Til U Drop - Ashley All Day

Fuck with me, get your issue, I got lead just like a pistol

And your mama gonna miss you if you do not duck this missile

I’m the plug, you just the middle, I serve you from out the rental

You can’t ride, you ain’t my kinfolk, this a Chevy, not no Pinto

She go low like it’s limbo, lil' freak, she a nympho

Rollin' OG, yeah that indo, thumbin' blue cheese, no it can’t fold

You can’t see because the tint, though, I see one time, had to get low

Double parked Forgiatos, pour the codeine in the bottle

Feed my dogs, I feel like Ralo, 'cendiaries, these not hollows

You ain’t eatin', no, like Rocko, hella shells, no, not tacos

You need yams, I got a carload, off that muddy, this not Par though

And the 40 black like charcoal, Gucci belt with the Moschino

Callin' plays like Dan Marino, double up, then I trio

Lazy niggas, y’all just freeload, stackin' chips, yeah them Fritos

Gucci’d down, check my steelo, bad bitch think she Creole

Got no cape, I ain’t no hero, smokin' O’s and countin' zeros

Empty clip, then I reload, sendin' shots, you drinkin' Tito’s

Perc 30, that’s for me, though, pack musty, smell like B. O

Knock, knock, knock, like who that be though?

Got the chop up by the peephole

Bad bitch, lil' freak show

What you want?

Got what you need, though

Ain’t got nothin' for the free, though

My Crip niggas countin' C-Notes

I’m with slime, we countin' B-Notes

Twenty racks up in my Ksubis

You got bus card in your chinos

On the Greyhound movin' P’s, though

I’ma get it, got the cheat codes

Hit my line and speak that lingo

Cop a five, I float you cinco

(Bitch, shop with me, ho)