Letras

I been talkin' shit, better find you a nigga to hate on Been in the field, I'm the wrong one to play on A whole lot of shots at his top, get his face blown Bitch, it won't take long, I need it right now (Cio) We not the cleaners, but we got that iron now Go stick him up, he can't have it, it's mine now I done fucked hoes in more rooms than the White House Bitch, he talkin' 'bout what? Ayy, he better get back A whole lot of TECs like a tech, so we'll send that This should of came with some fries, it's a big MAC If my nigga don't got it, I got it, I get that We getting a workout, givе us a six pack They gon' OD off the flow, this that crinack (crinack) We know your bitch ass hatin', what thе fuck is you gettin' at? 'Cause we'll push up and come spin that (spin that) He think he gettin' on the map, but get wiped off (bow) These different diamonds look good with the lights off If he acting dirty, we spray him like Lysol Hot box the Airbnb with some Pine Sol ('bouta get it) Get in the air like a pilot and fly off We slangin' iron in the field, but don't like golf (bow-bow) Used to be tax free, now I do write-offs Bro pushin' ki's, we can have us a type off Went from a Porsche to a Beamer, then Benz on 'em Didn't give me nothin' and I got revenge on 'em (aha) Look through the scope, we gon' put the whole lens on 'em Hoes tryna fuck me, I put her in the friendzone Money not money, you niggas don't got none (ain't got it) Pull up and drop 'em and let them be bygones (pa-pa) Lil' bro on parole, so he cannot be by guns I put my hands on her ass, tryna hike some (I did) She draw the bowl and got fucked up Keep telling me that I lucked up (how?) Nigga shit really trash, get a dump truck (bitch) Had to play like I'm broke just to come up (I did) Better watch what you say, can't rewind that (can't rewind that) Got the bezel, bust down where the time at (stop the cap) Suit it up and we ready for combat (pa-pa) Ain't hit a lick before I had a contract (did that, nigga) My lil' nigga come lay where he hidin' at (uh-huh) He come out, put that K where his mind at (glock) Sneaky link blow my line, I decline that (thot) New opp pack, you get high off of contact (ha-ha) He drop a dot on his block, we come bomb that (bitch) Nigga fuckin' with 4, I can't find that (fuck time) Need a shirt, bitch, you can't get your bro back (uh-uh) Up the blick, make a opp do the four flat (bo-bo-bo) I won't tag on a neck, it's a toe tag (uh) body bag, somebody get stretched, X'd out Bro be geekin' for rent, she got her ass out, she a freak for a check (thot, thot) Drop a bag off, they be ready to step Wherever we catch 'em, we leaving him there (okay) We got dead nigga weed in the air Icy nigga, but I keep my heat everywhere (I-I-ice) Icy nigga, but tuck the fire when I go Play, we put a fuck nigga down under the floor (c'mon) We brought a hundred some rounds to the show Send it up in this bitch 'fore I go like a ho Probably fuckin' his bitch and he ain't even know Before I signed a deal, we was kickin' in doors Now I'm hot like the top of the stove And I still will go post on the block with the bros (snitch) I been talkin' shit, better find you a nigga to hate on (damn) Been in the field, I'm the wrong one to play on (damn) A whole lot of shots at his top, get his face blown (damn) Bitch, it won't take long, I need it right now (huh) We not the cleaners, but we got that iron now (damn) Go stick him up, he can't have it, it's mine now (huh) I done fucked hoes in more rooms than the White House (huh)
Writer(s): Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Christian Isaac Olivarez, Quinlan Sharif Mcafee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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