We won't be mafia
The f*ck and all I wore, now we got the dogs fightin
Got a gun in the back, see that bitch strike like lightning
Bitch, you gon' take this dick ho, ain't no f*ckin' fightin
Six, why you still swipin', nigga, cause you're so excited
I get a hair rush from every hit I bust
Touch knees, pussy ass niggas, it's a f*ckin' must
You gotta break the pack down, make sure it smell like must
Blood ran off on you, is it still scammers I trust
We got twelve of them bitches in the back, Andrew Luck
We got big dark lil' nigga, ain't no f*ckin' puck
If you woulda swiped at us, you coulda got you a buck
Pond Trotters, f*ck nigga, I could buy me a truck
Big ass, hit me in this shit, tearin' the tires up
Big ass shit that we got, hang flyers up
If you don't know what I mean, then your ass is green
We get ball hits when free straight means you're green
I don't need the pussy if that shit ain't black or pink
Shit gotta tank to where I pass if it stink
Lurkin' like the D's, we gon' hit that bitch if we hear her sneeze
Bunch of T and I, the bitch like, please
I've been turnin' up for four seasons, nigga, come and get with me
Ask me to paint, lil' nigga, I don't f*ck with the Whitney
But I won't stop a lil' bitch from startin' up
Had to teach that lil' bitch that lil' hoe snortin' the cut
Different words, lil' nigga, that shit is smacked up
Can tell if it's pressure by the way that shit wrapped up
Get too political, I don't give a f*ck about no trailer
Boy, I am in, give me a million, I'ma turn him up
Big booty Sally, tryna f*ck, hell yeah, I'ma lift it up
Be lettin' niggas f*ck for a motherf*ckin' three-a-cut
They don't know I'm bring it clean, hell yeah, I bring it smacked up
This shit startin' to sting, man, I gotta wrap it up
Big booty bitch in the club, she tryna back it up
This shit on the table, ain't got no other choice but to stack it up
Back it up and hell yeah, tax him up
We got bail out here, pussy, hell yeah, we givin' cuts
Big-ass gun, hell yeah, I'll lift you up
God, I think this bitch is liftin' for you all, I ain't send my trucks
Man, the motherf*ckin' lean, man, I don't even have to run
So I gotta bite out, alright
Thanks for watching
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We won't be mafia
The f*ck and all I wore, now we got the dogs fightin
Got a gun in the back, see that bitch strike like lightning
Bitch, you gon' take this dick ho, ain't no f*ckin' fightin
Six, why you still swipin', nigga, cause you're so excited
I get a hair rush from every hit I bust
Touch knees, pussy ass niggas, it's a f*ckin' must
You gotta break the pack down, make sure it smell like must
Blood ran off on you, is it still scammers I trust
We got twelve of them bitches in the back, Andrew Luck
We got big dark lil' nigga, ain't no f*ckin' puck
If you woulda swiped at us, you coulda got you a buck
Pond Trotters, f*ck nigga, I could buy me a truck
Big ass, hit me in this shit, tearin' the tires up
Big ass shit that we got, hang flyers up
If you don't know what I mean, then your ass is green
We get ball hits when free straight means you're green
I don't need the pussy if that shit ain't black or pink
Shit gotta tank to where I pass if it stink
Lurkin' like the D's, we gon' hit that bitch if we hear her sneeze
Bunch of T and I, the bitch like, please
I've been turnin' up for four seasons, nigga, come and get with me
Ask me to paint, lil' nigga, I don't f*ck with the Whitney
But I won't stop a lil' bitch from startin' up
Had to teach that lil' bitch that lil' hoe snortin' the cut
Different words, lil' nigga, that shit is smacked up
Can tell if it's pressure by the way that shit wrapped up
Get too political, I don't give a f*ck about no trailer
Boy, I am in, give me a million, I'ma turn him up
Big booty Sally, tryna f*ck, hell yeah, I'ma lift it up
Be lettin' niggas f*ck for a motherf*ckin' three-a-cut
They don't know I'm bring it clean, hell yeah, I bring it smacked up
This shit startin' to sting, man, I gotta wrap it up
Big booty bitch in the club, she tryna back it up
This shit on the table, ain't got no other choice but to stack it up
Back it up and hell yeah, tax him up
We got bail out here, pussy, hell yeah, we givin' cuts
Big-ass gun, hell yeah, I'll lift you up
God, I think this bitch is liftin' for you all, I ain't send my trucks
Man, the motherf*ckin' lean, man, I don't even have to run
So I gotta bite out, alright
Thanks for watching
The f*ck and all I wore, now we got the dogs fightin
Got a gun in the back, see that bitch strike like lightning
Bitch, you gon' take this dick ho, ain't no f*ckin' fightin
Six, why you still swipin', nigga, cause you're so excited
I get a hair rush from every hit I bust
Touch knees, pussy ass niggas, it's a f*ckin' must
You gotta break the pack down, make sure it smell like must
Blood ran off on you, is it still scammers I trust
We got twelve of them bitches in the back, Andrew Luck
We got big dark lil' nigga, ain't no f*ckin' puck
If you woulda swiped at us, you coulda got you a buck
Pond Trotters, f*ck nigga, I could buy me a truck
Big ass, hit me in this shit, tearin' the tires up
Big ass shit that we got, hang flyers up
If you don't know what I mean, then your ass is green
We get ball hits when free straight means you're green
I don't need the pussy if that shit ain't black or pink
Shit gotta tank to where I pass if it stink
Lurkin' like the D's, we gon' hit that bitch if we hear her sneeze
Bunch of T and I, the bitch like, please
I've been turnin' up for four seasons, nigga, come and get with me
Ask me to paint, lil' nigga, I don't f*ck with the Whitney
But I won't stop a lil' bitch from startin' up
Had to teach that lil' bitch that lil' hoe snortin' the cut
Different words, lil' nigga, that shit is smacked up
Can tell if it's pressure by the way that shit wrapped up
Get too political, I don't give a f*ck about no trailer
Boy, I am in, give me a million, I'ma turn him up
Big booty Sally, tryna f*ck, hell yeah, I'ma lift it up
Be lettin' niggas f*ck for a motherf*ckin' three-a-cut
They don't know I'm bring it clean, hell yeah, I bring it smacked up
This shit startin' to sting, man, I gotta wrap it up
Big booty bitch in the club, she tryna back it up
This shit on the table, ain't got no other choice but to stack it up
Back it up and hell yeah, tax him up
We got bail out here, pussy, hell yeah, we givin' cuts
Big-ass gun, hell yeah, I'll lift you up
God, I think this bitch is liftin' for you all, I ain't send my trucks
Man, the motherf*ckin' lean, man, I don't even have to run
So I gotta bite out, alright
Thanks for watching
Writer: Markeese Howard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid