Lyrics

Flipping the finger like tricks on a Tech Deck We blowing Ls and it's not been a setback I turn yo' hood to a crime scene Step back, shoot, wet that, ooh Pussy look just like color Majin Buu Pushing a button, seeing what it do I got a bitch in Cali ', Malibu She droppin' the top, the coupe ain't got no roof Can't fuck with these niggas to tell you the truth I lied to the judge, man, I told him a spoof Just did that boy dirty, it's back to my roots These rappers too sweet, just a bag of some fruits They know I'm the one and I'm holding the deuce They talk all the time, it's just an excuse This bitch on my line, she like how I move I'm doing my dance, I'm hitting my groove (whoa) If it ain't money don't talk to me (okay) You ain't a hunnid, can't walk with me (okay, huh) 'Bout to go pop, they still rock with me, okay, hey (yeah-huh) That's why these rappers can't fuck with me (okay) That's why these rappers can't, uh, uh (yeah) That's why these niggas ain't stopping me (okay), huh, huh (uh) If it ain't money don't talk to me (okay) You ain't a hunnid, can't walk with me (okay) 'Bout to go pop, they still rock with me (fukkit), okay, yeah, yeah That's why these rappers can't fuck with me (bitch) That's why these rappers can't, uh, uh (yeah) That's why these niggas ain't stopping me, okay (uh, yeah) Okay (hah, Destroyer), uh, uh (fukkit, yeah) Bad lil' bitch and she came from Dominican Republic First gimme head then I end up in her stomach I'm in the strip club, throwing out ya budget We gettin' drunk, throwing up in abundance FN ain't safe when it spit or stutter Straight to the safe, only takin' home hunnids Game is on lockdown, bitch, we ain't budging This ain't no stickbomb Know you ain't clutching, uh, yeah (okay, huh) That's a main bitch, man, I know y'all ain't fuckin' (okay, okay) Shooting out the window, man I can't when I'm dumping, okay, okay, uh Smoke a lil' purp while I get a lil' pump in I know your bitch a bird so I her lil' stuffing Shooting out the Uber, man, you know I been bussing Bitch, suck the dick, I don't wanna hear fussing The nina Spanish, the AK Russian The clip is bananas, I do what y'all doesn't It's fuck the police, bitch, you know I ain't cuffing, huh If it ain't money don't talk to me (uh) You ain't a hunnid, can't walk with me (okay) 'Bout to go pop, they still rock with me, okay (bitch) That's why these rappers can't fuck with me (let's go) That's why these rappers can't, uh, uh (yeah) That's why these niggas ain't stopping me, okay, yeah (huh) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, okay, huh Des-Destroyer Destroyer
Writer(s): Alexander Pires Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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