Lyrics

I don't give a fuck about you niggas I'ma pull to to the block and Show 'em how a nigga really gonna deal with it, huh I don't give a fuck about you suckers I'ma pull to to the block and show 'em how a nigga really gotta deal with it Every time I pull up to the city, shorty wanna get litty Let me make a phone call, let me deal with it If you being silly, I'ma see you when I see you Little nigga gonna fuck us, I can promise I can deal with it Is it, is it not? Little bitch, what you got? Don't flop, let me show you all the ways you can kill with it I don't sign deals, I decline deals (yo) Bitch wan' strip, now we all buyin' heels Tried the eight on, I mean how the nine feel? Got white pills, made 'em like Mike WiLL Standing right here, drinkin' Miller Lite beer You don't gotta fuck with me, bitch, bite here Flirting with a bitch, want my bitch right here (yo) Point at my dick, say, "Sit right here" (ye) Yeah, I'm a damn light year, I'm a damn nightmare I don't need to fight fear Yeah, nigga, why would I care? Had a house full of hoes, not one guy there Yo, yeah, I know where you at Yeah, I got spyware, now I gotta fly there (yo) Yeah, you gotta die right there (yeah) I just drove by right there (uh) Yes, sir, smoking on gas, Goddamn chest hurt (yo) Got a little ash on my best sweatshirt She a escort, yeah, she a expert Talkin' 'bout cash, now I need a lecture (yo) Applyin' pressure, that impressed her Bitch left her- Bitch, left her dress on my dresser (yeah) She know I wanna fuck, she a good guesser Who her? Yes, sir (yeah) Middle finger gesture I'ma investor, I'ma infest her 5-star bitch, I'ma call Lester I'm way fresher on Winchester (yeah) And I'm on Dexter I got three wives, I'm a triple-texter (lets go, uh) But when I come to y'all, I'ma neglecter (yo) Hit from the back after I undress her (yeah) Got a L from the health inspector (yo) I guess I'm a bad tester I suggest y'all stop (yeah) 'Less you wanna flop every time y'all drop Shit I don't give a fuck about you suckers I'ma pull to to the block and show 'em how a nigga really gotta deal with it Every time I pull up to the city, shorty wanna get litty Let me make a phone call, let me deal with it If you being silly, I'ma see you when I see you Little nigga gonna fuck us, I can promise I can deal with it Is it, is it not? Little bitch, what you got? Don't flop, let me show you all the ways you can kill with it I don't give a fuck about you suckers I'ma pull to to the block and show 'em how a nigga really gotta deal with it Every time I pull up to the city, shorty wanna get litty Let me make a phone call, let me deal with it If you being silly, I'ma see you when I see you Little nigga gonna fuck us, I can promise I can deal with it Is it, is it not? Little bitch, what you got? Don't flop, let me show you all the ways you can kill with it
Writer(s): Xavier Beard, Quintin Lamb, Jeffery Harper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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