Letras

Uh-huh, ooh Uh-huh Uh-huh, ooh Uh-huh Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh, mm-mm-mm, ooh Uh-uh-uh, yeah-yeah-yeah, uh-uh Yeah-yeah, uh-uh-uh, ooh, go! I get racks, they get put on his head, hey, yeah, yeah Shoot you, I can't miss, boy you dead, yeah, yeah She gon' fuck with you then fuck the opps, she fake I had to go two-tone, all my thots, mm, they black and red Ooh, ooh, he can't make his shots, that boy brick instead Ooh, ooh, I don't want her talk, told her, "Give me head" Ooh, we don't really wanna box, we got box of lead (grrah) If I take off on the cops, they not catchin' shit How the fuck that nigga verified if he poor as hell? How the fuck that nigga so damn lame but look cool as hell? How the fuck that nigga not gon' shoot but postin' with shells? His ho wanna fuck, so call my troops, 'cause we take no L's If my partners get locked up, I'ma pay they bail Say she like the way I act, man, that ho know I'm chill I was sippin' Accy' Accy' 'til I fuckin' fell That ho cannot lock me up, this is not a jail Do that shit, do that shit I guess it's about the time for me to give 'em hell Think he joking, cracked his ass like I'm Dave Chappelle (grreeh) Hollow-tip'll catch up to him like a kiss and tell Told myself I wasn't gon' do it to him, had to get in there My ex wanna blow up my DM, girl, I just wish you cared I feel like Lil Uzi, I can stand on my money, yeah She so nasty, I put my dick in her tummy, yeah Wrapped in fashion from head to toe like a mummy, yeah I be gassin' when I'm out in public, I'm a dummy, yeah In the cut with two on two, opps get to running, yeah No baby girl, I'm not that nigga that's gon' be there (ooh, ooh) She like my flows, she like my hair (ooh, ooh) Walk out that door, girl, I don't care (ooh, ooh) How she 1-D? She one-sided, it ain't fair, ooh, ooh How these lil' niggas ain't solid? It ain't there, ooh, ooh Yeah, that chopper fuckin' beatin' like a snare, uh, uh They steady bitin' all my shit, ain't got no air, uh, uh She want some Dior kicks, I bought that ho two pairs, uh, uh She want my guap and she thinkin' I'ma share, uh-uh (uh-uh) If she ask me if I love her, I told her no Can't go out like I'm no sucker, can't go like y'all Yeah, yeah, ah I get racks, they get put on his head, hey, yeah, yeah Shoot you, I can't miss, boy you dead, yeah, yeah She gon' fuck with you then fuck the opps, she fake I had to go two-tone, all my thots, mm, they black and red Ooh, ooh, he can't make his shots, that boy brick instead Ooh, ooh, I don't want her talk, told her, "Give me head" Ooh, we don't really wanna box, we got box of lead (grrah) If I take off on the cops, they not catchin' shit (grrah) If I spin up on his block, then we rippin' it I'm never dating none these thots, they my enemy She just wanna be in all my space, she won't let me break Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Writer(s): Benjamin Ambrose, Andre Dontrel Burt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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