Niggas don't know what I did, Send a few shots at your ribs
Ans no I don't care if it's lit
Bad bitch, she poppin' a tit.
Bad bitch, she poppin' a titty
If you got a problem, then you can get with me
Sippin' drank it f*ck up my kidney.
Gettin' the money, put on for my city
Do the chase like I hit the griddy. She rubbin' my dick, I'm rubbin' her kitty
Not f*cking with me, these niggas be shitty.
They look at my fit, I'm wearin' Givenchy
It's up? Aii bet.
Nigga, I'm droppin' your set. F*ckin' your bitch, she gettin' real wet
I'm too sauced, like I'm on the jets.
Don't run, put you on a chain
Can't see out my Cartier frames. And no, I don't f*ck with no lames
I stay shootin', but don't take the blame
Chasin' this paper, I'm tryna get to the bands
Shorty keep lookin' around, tryna see what I got in my pants
G on my waist, lil' baby, no, I do not dance
We on the track three deep, it's just me, Evan, and Chance
Shorty keep feenin', I told her, leave me alone
Like, bitch, my shit is on D&D, I cannot pick up the phone
I am a king, all that I need is my queen and my throne
He tryna catch him a fade, he ain't peep that I'm in my zone
Like, like, tell myself don't fold on the bros
Chase me bag, give a f*ck about a hoe. You can try to line me, I'll send you the lo
Like, what niggas know that we on that
Hit some, He can get sent where his mom at
Yell TNO, I'm not gon' hide that
Big TNO, yea we lookin' for contact
Tell my niggas, move tact, stay dangerous
On the block, tryna flick, feel anxious
Don't call me if it's not about bread, like, plug the seam shit
Skinny waste, fat ass ass, thats basic
F*ck all the talking bitch, who do you bank with
Like, like, am I guessing we moving in silence
Tryna find out, but why is y'all hiding
Gave all of my love, I was trying, you said we was done, so why is you crying
Masked up three deep, know we sliding
All my niggas, we promote the violence
I be seeking, but niggas be hiding
Niggas is pussy, they not on that timing
Like a poet, the way I be rhyming
She do what I say, like I'm Simon
Pressure turn me straight into a diamond
Best out of college, like I won the hiesman
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Niggas don't know what I did, Send a few shots at your ribs
Ans no I don't care if it's lit
Bad bitch, she poppin' a tit.
Bad bitch, she poppin' a titty
If you got a problem, then you can get with me
Sippin' drank it f*ck up my kidney.
Gettin' the money, put on for my city
Do the chase like I hit the griddy. She rubbin' my dick, I'm rubbin' her kitty
Not f*cking with me, these niggas be shitty.
They look at my fit, I'm wearin' Givenchy
It's up? Aii bet.
Nigga, I'm droppin' your set. F*ckin' your bitch, she gettin' real wet
I'm too sauced, like I'm on the jets.
Don't run, put you on a chain
Can't see out my Cartier frames. And no, I don't f*ck with no lames
I stay shootin', but don't take the blame
Chasin' this paper, I'm tryna get to the bands
Shorty keep lookin' around, tryna see what I got in my pants
G on my waist, lil' baby, no, I do not dance
We on the track three deep, it's just me, Evan, and Chance
Shorty keep feenin', I told her, leave me alone
Like, bitch, my shit is on D&D, I cannot pick up the phone
I am a king, all that I need is my queen and my throne
He tryna catch him a fade, he ain't peep that I'm in my zone
Like, like, tell myself don't fold on the bros
Chase me bag, give a f*ck about a hoe. You can try to line me, I'll send you the lo
Like, what niggas know that we on that
Hit some, He can get sent where his mom at
Yell TNO, I'm not gon' hide that
Big TNO, yea we lookin' for contact
Tell my niggas, move tact, stay dangerous
On the block, tryna flick, feel anxious
Don't call me if it's not about bread, like, plug the seam shit
Skinny waste, fat ass ass, thats basic
F*ck all the talking bitch, who do you bank with
Like, like, am I guessing we moving in silence
Tryna find out, but why is y'all hiding
Gave all of my love, I was trying, you said we was done, so why is you crying
Masked up three deep, know we sliding
All my niggas, we promote the violence
I be seeking, but niggas be hiding
Niggas is pussy, they not on that timing
Like a poet, the way I be rhyming
She do what I say, like I'm Simon
Pressure turn me straight into a diamond
Best out of college, like I won the hiesman
Ans no I don't care if it's lit
Bad bitch, she poppin' a tit.
Bad bitch, she poppin' a titty
If you got a problem, then you can get with me
Sippin' drank it f*ck up my kidney.
Gettin' the money, put on for my city
Do the chase like I hit the griddy. She rubbin' my dick, I'm rubbin' her kitty
Not f*cking with me, these niggas be shitty.
They look at my fit, I'm wearin' Givenchy
It's up? Aii bet.
Nigga, I'm droppin' your set. F*ckin' your bitch, she gettin' real wet
I'm too sauced, like I'm on the jets.
Don't run, put you on a chain
Can't see out my Cartier frames. And no, I don't f*ck with no lames
I stay shootin', but don't take the blame
Chasin' this paper, I'm tryna get to the bands
Shorty keep lookin' around, tryna see what I got in my pants
G on my waist, lil' baby, no, I do not dance
We on the track three deep, it's just me, Evan, and Chance
Shorty keep feenin', I told her, leave me alone
Like, bitch, my shit is on D&D, I cannot pick up the phone
I am a king, all that I need is my queen and my throne
He tryna catch him a fade, he ain't peep that I'm in my zone
Like, like, tell myself don't fold on the bros
Chase me bag, give a f*ck about a hoe. You can try to line me, I'll send you the lo
Like, what niggas know that we on that
Hit some, He can get sent where his mom at
Yell TNO, I'm not gon' hide that
Big TNO, yea we lookin' for contact
Tell my niggas, move tact, stay dangerous
On the block, tryna flick, feel anxious
Don't call me if it's not about bread, like, plug the seam shit
Skinny waste, fat ass ass, thats basic
F*ck all the talking bitch, who do you bank with
Like, like, am I guessing we moving in silence
Tryna find out, but why is y'all hiding
Gave all of my love, I was trying, you said we was done, so why is you crying
Masked up three deep, know we sliding
All my niggas, we promote the violence
I be seeking, but niggas be hiding
Niggas is pussy, they not on that timing
Like a poet, the way I be rhyming
She do what I say, like I'm Simon
Pressure turn me straight into a diamond
Best out of college, like I won the hiesman
Writer: Chance Moultrie
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid