Pull Dat Cash Out / December (feat. Lil 1)

30, you a fool for this one Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin' All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get messy on purpose With my bitch she still flirtin', what's a dick? That's a thirty I ain't fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot I ain't fuckin' wit no pussy nigga, who gon' be tearin' out? You gon' be tearin' out, you ain't gon' bust nann shot I can't believe these pussy nigga tryna beef about this hoe This a freak, this ain't ya hoe, you ain't street boy, you's a hoe I was tryna find out how fuck that he came through the hole How the fuck da spot got hot, found a leak went through ya hole You been pillow talkin' woe, real killa talkin' cold Real nigga talkin' codes, I say jigga, that's a low Got a jugga in DC, got fight that jigga off in court So many jugg, I need a bankroll just like Hov Send a bankroll, not these hoes (bankroll) Rest easy Bankroll, still my bro (rest easy Bankroll) Gotta stay on tippy toe (tip), goin this way way up on you hoes Damn right off in this bitch, I'll put this K up on her bro I was just tryna get money, you tryna fade the draco Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin' All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get messy on purpose With my bitch she still flirtin', what's a dick? That's a thirty I ain't fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot I ain't fuckin' wit no pussy nigga, who gon' be tearin' out? You gon' be tearin' out, you ain't gon' bust nann shot Pussy nigga thought that he was mob, he just a mascot Young Vito way, rookie of the year like Prescott I got young killas, just like Curry, they don't miss a shot They don't miss a shot, I send 'em straight up through ya spot Nigga had da nerve to ask Lil' 1 'bout a pussy ass bitch That hoe don't belong to me or you, that hoe belong straight to dick These hoes belong straight to dick, I'ma young nigga from the bricks (from the bricks) Ain't got feelings for a bitch (no, No) unless she tryna get me rich (for real) Money, power, respect though, pullin' up by the bankroll Want some problems? Ain't think so, want some smoke? Ain't think so Hangin' out with them dracos, walkin' up with them dracos Mob for life that's the way it goes, cross ya out that's the way it go Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin' All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get messy on purpose With my bitch she still flirtin', what's a dick? That's a thirty I ain't fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot I ain't fuckin' wit no pussy nigga, who gon' be tearin' out? You gon' be tearin' out, you ain't gon' bust nann shot, pussy "December" Ayo Troub, get at me bruh, it's Mike WiLL, I'm at the yo. It was me callin' from that 404 number man like. This my new number bruh, get at me, I'm at the yo