Lyrics

Let me get back on my hustle Fuck a friend, it's off the muscle (Ah) You smoking dick, you think I trust you? (Mmm) Burn a nigga like I'm Usher (Boom) I don't go back and forth all on the internet Have no interest for discussion (No) Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking I prolly give her a concussion I need a plate and I ain't tryna wait I'm so fucking hungry I could starve (Mmm) My nigga snuck in with the rod (Ay) I'm bout whatever, that's on God I go to jail, I pay the bond Please don't waste my fucking time Hate on me I hit your hoe (Hoe) Play with me I get that iron (Uh) Can we fucking keep a secret? That's a forty, bitch, I keep it (Boom) My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican (Uh) I fuck her every other weekend (Uh) They swagga jacking, I can peep it These nigga jacking my steelo (Uh) Bitch it's a brick, it's a kilo (Brick) I beat a nigga up like Deebo (Ha) His bitch got at me on the d-low (Shh) I'm wit my niggas shooting cee-lo (Uh) Wouldn't run up on me, that's a no go (Brr) I keep it on me like it's legal, bitch They should've told you I'm coming Nigga play with me, I mop it (It's up) Pull up on me, think I'm bluffing? (Uh) Buss it on ya have ya running (Brr) Ya bitch can get it if she want it (Oh yeah) I'm killing ya bitch from the back (Uh uh) I smack her ass and keep her coming (Hey) All my niggas, they a hunnid Police behind me, I'm running (I'm gone) My hoe make your hoe look ugly (Uh) I don't do dimes, I do 20's (For real) 20 thousand on a Monday (Twenty) 30 thousand on a Tuesday (Mmm) Caught ya bitch out on a Wednesday (Mmm) She like my style, I had a choosing (Uhh) Sleep on me and then you losing Got a beam on the chopper (Boom) Make you lean when I pop it (Uh) Got some lean from the doctor (Ay) Wherever you see me, I'm ready (Okay) My name a weight, this shit heavy (Uh) Got ya bitch face in my lap, parked at the Seven Eleven (Uh uh uh uh) Yeah we at pump number nine (Uh) This ain't no pump, this a iron (Yeah) They ain't let me in with the forty (Huh), snuck in the back with the nine (Boom) These nigga be acting and lying (Ha) Posting up statuses crying (Oh yeah) There really really ain't no real niggas (Ha) And I'm bout to light the bih' line (Ayy) DaBaby
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Anthony Mosley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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