Letra

Ya'll know who did this shit Tay Keith fuck em up, Tay Keith fuck em up Look who pulled up in a charger Backwood im sparking Upon my departure I grew up without a father Dont do no arguing Ain't with the duckin and dodgin My money keep gettin larger So ima target Yo lil shit need some enlargement Gucci sweater mr rodgers Paid like a doctor These niggas shop at the market These niggas fake and they flodgin Fendi runners on when im joggin Diamonds on me and my partners All the fellas got rocks john carter My nigga just caught a few charges Now I gotta go a lil harder And im choppin shit like barbers And im drippin sauce like tarter And now these lil bitches keep lookin They sick of these rookies They lovin the way that I drip Whoaa I po' me 4 Then stick out my pinky to show off my ring when I sip All this water on me, think its gettin too deep I needa go buy me a ship She said she wanted a kid, I told ha you trippin And then I put one on her lip Told that lil bit that I'm straight Then put ha outta my place It ain't no cuffin Lil bitch I woulda been fuckin with police if that was the case Shoe with no lace Ballin so hard broke my ankle I think I might need me a brace Im in a rush Tryna go run up this paper They cannot keep up with my pace Bitch im the shit yuh I look like a lick yuh If you try to hit yuh I bet you gone miss yuh I got em thinkin im gettin old Cuz I walk around with a stick whoaa I spent a check on my kicks whoaa Got em like where did you get those I walk around with a hitta Yo nigga pussy boy where did you get him I must be numb cuz I cannot feel em Fuck around ape his ass like a gorilla Ice on my neck and its givin me shivers In the villa overlookin a river Middle of winter im rockin chinchilla Baby nine on me and bitch ima sitter But umm ring the alarm This shit im smokin a bomb Louie V down at the prom Louie V all over moms You know the biz my nig Lil nigga but they call me big ya dig Designer bag holdin my cig ya dig Run up on me pull the trig ya dig Aye yo lil bitch she a hooker Dont fw them so I can't say I took her Brick on my wrist like a just did a cook up Better come with that batch in when you book us Cartier frames like I got the hook up Bitch when you talkin to me better look up I can tell I got these lil niggas shook up Im somewhere smokin dope with my foot up Rockin rose gold like a penny Told my niggas we'll be on in a minute Told my bitch I'll be home in a minute Give her good pipe Make ha moan when im in it God forgive me I know I been sinning Look at my image they know I been spending Dont look too hard cuz I might get offended Its been a month since I been in the city I put some ice on my throat I put some ice on my hoe Run up on me nigga know I got that stick in a tote Then niggas said I was broke I took that shit as a joke You a lil sheep im the goat So dont get put on a coat These niggas thought I was done Dont pass the baton We already won We do not correspond Dont fw them guys I feel like a nun I bet not settle for crumbs I want me a M because thats where I'm from That shit you doin I done I'm bored its makin yawn So I skate off in a international car Why he ridin with the doors ajar Remember when I couldn't afford a car Now these niggas can't afford a bar from me These niggas copy me Sick of the mockery Bitch do not talk to me Bitch get up off of me If you ain't with me then nigga stay far from me You should come work for me You'll learn a lot from me Fuck up a check on my cash day Live every day like my last day Won't let me in through the front door Fuck it im takin the back way I woke up feelin tremendous My bank account lookin splendid This ain't a act or a gimmick So if I said it I meant it for real Fuck up a check on my cash day Live every day like my last day Won't let me in through the front door Fuck it im takin the back way I woke up feelin tremendous My bank account lookin splendid This ain't a act or a gimmick So if I said it I meant it for real
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Co Cash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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