Water Boi

That, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw Too many niggas be jockin' Too many niggas be ridin' dick, nigga Too many niggas be jockin' Too many niggas be ridin' dick, nigga Too many niggas be actin' like bitches These niggas be actin' like bitches Too many niggas be actin' like bitches These niggas be actin' like bitches I don't fuck with these niggas, I got it on my own 'Til I run it up, I ain't goin' home Birds in the spot like the Georgia Dome Nigga, we smokin' exotic, that strong Stayin' down all day 'til my money long Hood nigga, thirty racks, that's a phone Hah, don't call me, my nigga, I don't know you Don't fuck with you niggas, I'm lonely Yeah, strapped, yeah, flex Yeah, flex, yeah, facts Yeah, facts, yeah, tap Yeah, racks, yeah, racks Fuck up the money, I blew up the sack Don't give a fuck, I could get it right back Yeah, trap, yeah, packs Yeah, black, yeah Dog, I hit from the back Running through that shit like I was a back Water boy, I'm the one go get the sack Fuck 'bout you niggas, I run up a check This is a 'Cat, ain't no Scat' Pablo came back like Return of the Mack, hah Call him Ricky 'cause I caught him Running and I shot him in the back, nigga We the ones that's drinkin' cream soda Double down with the Glock, ain't got no holster Brand new big truck, get your ass ran over Geeked up on drugs, I ain't never sober I came out the hole in the trap by the Krogers You know I'm a dog, I'm bending her over Anemic, my wrist is a frozen These niggas be copyin', that drip really stolen I put some lean in my cup (Lean), some ice on my wrist The interior the whip the same color blue Louboutin with the Dior, she mixed I pour up a four in a six I ain't really trippin', I knew they would switch I was just broke, now I Louis-ed my kicks Hatin' ass nigga, you act like a bitch All-black Glock on me matching my outfit We don't fuck with these niggas, they act like some bitches I don't need no friends, I just handle my business Hi-Tech, red lean fucked up my kidneys Real ahk, nigga, I ain't eatin' no chittlins R.I.P. to all my opps and my enemies Ain't gay, so I don't give a fuck you ain't friendly Ran up a mil', I ain't have a meal to eat, literally F&N, no kickback with the lemon squeeze I don't fuck with these niggas, I got it on my own 'Til I run it up, I ain't goin' home Birds in the spot like the Georgia Dome Nigga, we smokin' exotic, that strong Stayin' down all day 'til my money long Hood nigga, thirty racks, that's a phone Hah, don't call me, my nigga, I don't know you Don't fuck with you niggas, I'm lonely Yeah, strapped, yeah, flex Yeah, flex, yeah, facts Yeah, facts, yeah, tap Yeah, racks yeah, racks Fuck up the money, I blew up the sack Don't give a fuck, I could get it right back Yeah, trap, yeah, packs Yeah, black, yeah Dog, I hit from the back Running through that shit like I was a back Water boy, I'm the one go get the sack Fuck 'bout you niggas, I run up a check This is a 'Cat, ain't no Scat' Pablo came back like Return of the Mack Call him Ricky 'cause I caught him Running and I shot him in the back, nigga Too many niggas be jockin' Too many niggas be ridin' dick, nigga Too many niggas be jockin' Too many niggas be ridin' dick, nigga Too many niggas be actin' like bitches These niggas be actin' like bitches Too many niggas be actin' like bitches These niggas be actin' like bitches