गाने
Yeah
I ain't went nowhere
Shit
You know, they say it's a difference between fallin' off and fallin' back
See what I'm sayin'?
Shit
I don't want no shit, man, just gettin' money
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****?
Make me up this chopstick (Buh), I mean, this bop stick
That pussy ain't hittin' on shit, but her mouth wet
Got a bad Mexican bitch out in Southwest
That **** bail 5K, he ain't get out yet
Red squad, FMMG, bitch, I'm 'bout that
Send my lil' bitch to find out where the house at
Make a bitch give me top in the drive-through (Skrrt)
Got some **** 'cross the 8, rep the 5 too
In the zone with lil' J, he screamin' 5 too
I got some **** on the 10, they tryna slide too
Ain't payin' for no pussy, bitch, but I can buy you (I swear)
Red bandana 'round the chop, call it Ryu
Yeah, let me find out (Yeah)
Make a bitch stand in the corner, she in timeout (Shit)
Hit the set in cash, why you tryna chime out?
I heard that mouth fire, I'm tryna see what she talkin' 'bout
In the club by myself and a bunch of hoes
**** was screamin' slime until Gunna told
My young **** ain't thinkin' 'bout no rap 'cause they cuttin' dope
Pick my bitch out the crib, I still love you, though
Hit her off them perkies, she say she don't wanna fuck no more
My dog ran off with some work, I still love you, bro
All these bitches in the club, what they muggin' for?
Tryna stay up out the way, but I've been thuggin', though, mm
Gang gang
Written by: Johnathan R Burt