Lyrics

Ghetto boy shit It's Rio I'm still in 91 bae, finna turn up Bones They can't fuck with us Hey Bones, let's show these niggas how to talk spice copycats I'm finna break my legs if they walk like me! I ain't have to snatch a nigga chain, I took it off nicely You can drink this four of wock with me but the cost pricey The four niggas getting caught in the jam, three gon' talk like it Gucci errythang, Burberry, I just took off Nikes Diamonds in my chain from glowin' sum look like Vosswater I'm tryna do sixty suns tonight, let me call water Police aim when I shoot the Glock, I hit all targets Before I bust a script, I make sure they got wock, let me call Myers My niggas always slide like they got bald tires Run up a hunnid K plus from the dog buyers If he just popping with a dub he do fraud priors I'm the biggest shit-talker, these niggas wish that they could talk like me Hit a bitch off a perc, I might break her bones If my bitch see what I just said? She gon' break my phone! If I home invade I'm tryna' spank some, I dont break in homes I just ran up 80k somethin' outta vacant home I don't fuck the bitch I make her give me head and I'ma take her home Your bitch ugly, only look cute when she got make-up on Fuck a bitch good, then go to sleep I don't lay up though Ay Water, split an Adderall with me, I'm tryna' stay up bro See your bitch dick-sucking the clique, I know you hate that hoe You talking down on the quarter mil, can you make that though? Dope to the face I don't know the day I can't tell the time with all these diamonds in the face Motherfuck a wraith, rather slide in the F-150 On my dick, and all you bitches ain't my stepson Somethin' in the vest, if you try and test me Me and Rio was at the palace, we'd have stomped Ron Artest Switchblade stay on me, pettier than petty be Shoot from the point, money falling like it's KOD Hustle like I'm hustle man, pull up with the deal For you double-cross me, boy I could've made a mil With it now I see you starving, no I cannot share a meal with you Sesh, yeah, drip What, what, what? Yeah Team Sesh going up Wait, wait
Writer(s): O'connor Elmo Kennedy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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