Lyrics

(MTM, hit 'em wid da heat)
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the Nine then run me a route
FLA bangin' out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back
Baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile?
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the Nine then run me a route
FLA bangin' out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back
Baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile?
(Yeah)
Swervin', bendin' corners wit' no purpose to my life
I got no permit but I'm workin' on my new mixtape tonight
Now that my chain hang low
Now that my neck so froze
Baby I could be your savage, you can be my rose (Yuh)
Most of the underground rappers you fuck wit' today gotta pay they respect to me
Lately been feelin' like I was vital aspect
A reason that these rappers breathin'
Leave 'em on the cement leakin' at my leisure
Baby bone
I ain't never been a hoe
Pussy boy, you ain't got 9 lives
5'5, got a Nine
Gotta let 'em hoes fly
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the Nine then run me a route
FLA bangin' out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back
Baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile?
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the Nine then run me a route
FLA bangin' out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back
Baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile?
Allison, Valerie
All my bitches know
Tryin' to kill, for the sin
I got stitches now
Watch me walk, do your kindness
You can't track me down
Leave your life up on the floor, no we don't make a sound
I can't do this shit
My mind is losin' all its presence
Don't leave my crib to be surrounded by these peasants
I don't got no frame
White bitch sniff cocaine
13 diamond chains
Old bitch said I'm not the same
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the Nine then run me a route
FLA bangin' out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back
Baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile?
Gotta go get it, go jump out the couch
Grip on the Nine then run me a route
FLA bangin' out my mouth
Down south boy never been in no drought
Get wet, sit back
Baby, don't be loud
Don't bang my line, never been my style
Guess we 'bout to find out
Will the money and the hoes make it all worthwhile?
Written by: Kevin Pouya, Michele Scatamacchia
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