Lyrics
Uh, bitch you ain't no hot ****
You was never pushin rocks on the block ****
Ive chopped blocks with hot shots im top notch
You a snitch, you the hands on a cops watch
Hot **** low key cause the twelve watch
I get paper every day like a mailbox
We was ballin bitch **** playin hop scotch
Thirteen
Was five grand what a hot shot
In the bed with young vine we was in with swag
Bitch i be in the game so i never lag
Coppin shit that these hatin **** never had
Bitch i got a gucci buld i ain't gotta sag
I ain't tryin brag im just doi'n me
A free ticket im a movie that you wanna see
To have some competition i would need another me
Girl what we got in common yeah we doin me
Fuckin metaphor, im a matador
Got one hoe, got seven more
Got a bad bitch from equador
(spanish)
Im so galore, go door to door
I got scythe like the grim reaper ****
Got balls of life and im yellin out
Im free ****
Written by: Ackquille Pollard, Orlando Jahlil Tucker