歌詞
Bitch **** tweakin
I got this choppa on me, why you speakin
Gang just be switching up, tell me the meaning
Busy young ****, I slide on the weekend
I'm in the stu' makin' hits, this shit frequent
I'm with your hoe finna nut on her cleavage
I'm in a SRT, ride in a demon
Came to your city, I don't even see him
Yeah, he a demon send him to the devil
He a runner, we finna chase him with the metal
Spent a hundred thousand on my benzo
Got designer things, I got that motherfuckin' leather
On the way to the top, better pedeal
**** wanna talk down on my gang, better get him
You hang with them ****, hell nah, I don't feel them
You sit with them ****, who think about riches
They see the potential, now they got they hand out
I was down, nobody had they hand out
And these **** expectin' a handout
I was down bad, had to stand out
That's my twin now, that's a man down
Wanna walk down, you get blammed down
Why these **** expectin' a handout?
Why these **** expectin' a handout?
She a bad bitch, take your top off
Got a bussed down, we in top golf
Got my own sound, got some knockoffs
**** walk down, you get dropped off
Give her good rub, take the socks off
Oh you celibate? I'm finna walk out
But it's G though, she gon' top off
In the V man, we gon' box out
Bitch **** tweakin
I got this choppa on me, why you speakin?
Gang just be switchin' up, tell me the meaning
Busy young ****, I slide on the weekend
I'm in the stu makin' hits, this shit frequent
I'm with your hoe finna nut on her cleavage
I'm in a SRT, ride in a demon
Came to your city, I don't even see them
Bitch **** tweakin
Oh my God, qwaully so fire!
Smokin' on gas, I be fried
Look at your eye
I got a laser at you
And you don't know you gon' die
I don't got time, for the hoes they just be lyin
All of these hoes, they lie
Don't got no time, don't got no time
Don't think I'll find my wife
Written by: qwaulifies