Tekst Utworu

(Oh) Motherfuck the opps, I duck 'em (Oh) Never wife a bitch, can't cuff 'em (Oh) If he not gang, then fuck 'em (Oh) Switchblades on me, I tuck 'em (Oh) Ge-ge-gettin' to the bag, no discussion Said I couldn't do it, but I done it Yuh, yuh On my ass, off the gas, got me lifted (Oh) All I see is cash in my vision (Oh) Skrrtin' off on a dash, on a mission Wassup, yeah I'm with his bitch, that's his mistress (Oh) I tell that nigga go fishin' (Oh) Say that's your girl, I don't listen (Oh) In the trap with Johnny and we whippin' Cookin' up dope in the kitchen If you need it then I pull up in a minute (Oh) Fuck a label, I'm independent (Oh) Altima, how the hell you flex like that How you flex like this, how you flex like that How the hell you gettin' all them checks like that Ch-ch-chains so live they flex right back I just finessed like four, five racks I just finessed like four, five packs, yeah All you niggas snake no cap You niggas pussy, you already know that, yeah Leave a nigga with a toe tag Katana on the side, you know I'ma hold that, yeah Really all this shit so sad My nigga got a 30. and he'll let it blow back, yeah Riven got so much talent Ass so fat, I'ma take it as a challenge (Yuh) Gas make me lose my balance Take yo' bitch then ask what happened (Ayy) Played that hoe like madden Now she trippin' like she on acid (Yuh) Rollin' up a blunt, I'm not passin' I'm y'all coach, y'all niggas need practice Yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh
Writer(s): Maitreya Williams, Riven Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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