Lyrics

Uh Uh Nigga Hit-Boy Uh A broke bitch really ain't my type (Hell nah) I ain't catching feelings, LOL, I'm catching flights (Broke bitch) 'Woods back to back got a nigga so high Got a hundred in the bank, really drink, no lie (Lil' nigga) Glock .40, 23 like Mike Had to throw the clear on, all this motherfuckin' ice (All this ice) In the lab, makin' slaps all day and all night Hit-Boy, BlocBoy, when I slide, look alive (Lil' nigga) And I wish a nigga would like I'm K.Dot (Like I'm K.Dot) Let my chain hang, tryna take, that's a face-shot (Nigga, what?) Niggas want me to fall off but I can't stop (Huh? Huh?) Big body, hoppin' out the back of that Maybach (Skrrt) Real North nigga (Nigga), real C nigga (Real C nigga) Y'all don't really wanna funk, y'all wanna be niggas (Bitch) Real street nigga, and I'm a beast, nigga Get to buckin' with that drake, let it eat, nigga, bitch Opps try to slide, grab that Draco Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both Let this Glock paint a nigga like it's Maaco Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls I just hit an opp bitch, this bitch disrespectful Slap a bitch in her shit, she think I'm finna settle Stupid bitch, if you ain't thick, then you can't fit the schedule And if that skit ain't complete, then you can't get the medal Bitch, and I ain't taking no loss Ain't no loud in that wood if that nigga don't cough Talkin' like you hard when you niggas so soft You can get your mans hit for your mouth, your fault Finna spark me up that heart attack A sweatsuit and a lil' ice, that's my starter pack Labels on my dick, I need some M's, so tell 'em offer that Bitch, you actin' dumb, you lost your mind, you need to sharpen that Stupid ass, you a rat with your goofy ass Lord, why do niggas only hear me when they doin' bad? Talking about you hungry for that chain, what would you do for that? How is you a shooter with no body, what you shootin' at? Bitch Opps try to slide, grab that Draco Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both Let this Glock paint a nigga like it's Maaco Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls Look a nigga in the soul before I take his life Sat down for that pole before I took a strike Hit a nigga sets quick before I took his wife (Bitch) Never pulled a skit with gang, then you can't slide And for you keyboard ass niggas, I don't sneak diss Bet you tough up on the 'net, nigga, tweet this (Tweet that) 'Cause I ain't with the trusting a nigga You'll give a nigga life, so I ain't fuckin' with niggas Stress sayin', "Stop loafin'," but I'm comfortable, nigga I leave the house with two-three, what I'm clutchin' on, nigga Big bodies down the block (Skrrt skrrt), and we slidin' Sucker niggas in my DM's, I don't do replyin' (Lil' nigga) Slide of the limb, that's what a real nigga do Never lie up the skit, that's a lil' nigga fluke This a legendary chop, bet I bust it for two You a pussy just perping You won't bust it for you, bitch, bitch Opps try to slide, grab that Draco Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both Let this Glock paint a nigga like it's makeup Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Juwon Lee, Jabbar Kingston Brown Jr., Wayman Barrow Jr., George Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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