Martin & Gina Lyrics

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Martin' real funny, we ain't jokin' over here

Truth is, I left that tray pound smokin' off a dare

I was young, gettin' rocks off, chillin' on the stairs

They say I'm dope, I know I be killin' them every year

Every time this one fiend see me, she holla grams

Always yellin' free, her niggas, she don't even got a man

A fatigue Coat, lookin' for butter, wearin' some Vans

With beady beads on the back of her neck, we call her Pam

My bros been still sellin' nicks, he on the fifth floor

Some niggas try to rob him one day, he left the fifth floor

I can give you five reasons, I gotta keep me a nickel

Be careful, they droppin' dimes and screamin' that they official

Shit cap, most of you niggas Cole, wearin' them hats

I'm a Mack, every show in my pocket, I had a stack

I was sorta like Tommy, they knew I was movin' pack

Boys askin' where that work at, wasn't gon' tell them that

My ratchet bitch hittin' the nae-nae after I hit it

Swear it's like a payday every time I go in and whip it

They used to hate on me, but now they comin' to get it

I put the H on the street like I'm registered in a civic

I'm a player from the Himalayas, don't get it twisted

Karate class, breakin' these bricks, I'm feelin' gifted

My bitches come in all different flavors, just like a mystic

Dragon fly Jones all in my zone, watch how I kick it

Dog food and Coke, that's Martin and that's Gina

Basket or rope, just call me, I'll come and see ya

I know I like to joke, but my bars be some of the meanest

I just flipped that show, talkin' trappin' and on some street shit

Dog food and Coke, that's Martin and that's Gina

Basket or rope, just call me, I'll come and see ya

I know I like to joke, but my bars be some of the meanest

I just flipped that show, talkin' trappin' and on some street shit