Credits
Lyrics
(Von Classic)
Feelin' like Ox, got me layin' on the floor with a chop
I was chillin' in the kitchen, all I heard was a knock
**** sittin' on them bricks, I was servin' the blocks
**** snitchin' with permission, they done turned into cops
Ayy, ayy
Treat you like them marble floors, boy, and I'll get you mopped
Stop always askin' where I'm at, you know I'm on the block
I don't pop no fuckin' pills, boy, but I'll get you popped
Askin' what's on my feet, them the shoes with the locks
Bitch, I'm swervin' for a purpose, 'bout to burn me an opp
Closed curtain, short service, **** sayin' I'm hot
A **** really runnin' circles 'round this yay in the spot
These **** silly, droppin' purple, actin' gay with a pop
I don't drink no fuckin' lean, but today, I'm off a three
You probably think she a fuckin' queen, but she with me
She say that I'm a blessing, yeah, I make bitches sneeze
She say you a stressing, yeah, you make bitches leave
We not switchin' up the bag, ****, consistency
You be switchin' P's, y'all lame **** switchin' teams
Got a bald-head fiend, call that **** Mr. Clean
He come twice a week and he spend like eight G's
Twelve pints in one week, I done touched eleven fees
Young **** stay with money, droppin' hundreds when I sneeze
Say somethin', lil' ****, eight hundred for these jeans
Break one? Stop frontin', come and get the whole P
Took loads to the V, you was bold in the street
Put mold on your freak, touch souls on the beat
Played roles like I'm Meech, stay strong, I'm a beast
Dead wrong, I should preach
She give me head while I'm sleep, ****
Fuck that, you ain't fuckin' with my bad day
Pull that chopper out and send a **** on a fast break
Dump on you pussy-ass **** like an ashtray
You gon' let that bitch go and trap you like you Ashtray
Caught up in my way, you just walkin' down my pathway
Brung up like I'm paid, I'm just talkin' in a bad way
Bossin' like Dwayne, I'm just ballin' at a fast rate
Poppin' that champagne, I'm exhausted on a bad day
Ayy, spent thirty on my wrist (Look at it, ****)
Drop thirty in the bitch (Got a cook habit)
Pops forty and he rich (Been had it)
Pop shorty, now he sick (Uh, uh)
Spent thirty on my wrist (Look at it, ****)
Drop thirty in the bitch (Got a cook habit)
Pops forty and he rich (Been had it)
Pop shorty, now he sick (Uh, uh)
(Von Classic)
Written by: Babys World, Tay B
