Ugly Sweater
Aye I hope y'all got y'all sweaters ready... you ain't getting in without em
Y'all got the backwoods?
Turn up to sun up you run up get done up no reason to talk it out
Speak on my name is like speaking on flames when you talk man it burn your mouth
All in your feelings your girl she was willing and gave you the run around
So cut me my check when it's time to collect cause then it ain't shit else to talk about
You talking bout shit that you shoulda said
You wishing on shit that you coulda did
Oh that's your girl and you love her now?
Well we all got head from that boujee bitch
Watch all all my brothers get stupid rich
And watch all you niggas get stupid sick
Don't call my phone on no groupie shit
Cause ima pick up and say who is?
Walk up in this bitch I'm here to shut it down
Hella flex up in my sweater taking shots of brown (Dussé)
Couple bitches started twerking money hit the ground.
And I'm in here with all my wolves like it's a fuckin pound
Rollin up you tryna smoke but ain't got shit to match
I'll Turn you to a woman crush and make yo nigga mad
I know they hate me but the bitches always show me love
And get yo ass up out my crib if you ain't tryna fuck
Wolf pack nigga sink or swim
And If you lookin for the Kidd I'm on your bitch DMs
Straight gas dawg keep the stems
And keep the deuce-deuce tucked like Michigan
I Do shit that he wish he can
I Heard you niggas taking shots well miss again
I'm taking off with your miss again
And when I'm back she gone see you as a distant friend
None of you niggas relate
I collect commas and stay out the way
Bitches ain't shit and these niggas ain't either so soon as I see her then she getting slated
Get off my dick ask yo bitch how it taste
Better be cautious and watch what you say
No we not friendly I know that you envy
That homie shit dead Get the fuck out my face
Know what it is so it's fuck what it ain't
Road to the Riches It lead to the bank
Baby you cute but no you ain't no saint
She came in the whip I made sure that she came
Hit her then send her right back to her bae
She threw it at me the head was okay
Yo feelings don't matter I'm not with the chatter
Remember her Dissin me back in the day
'Member us broke and no we couldn't pay
Now you got fucked and no you couldn't stay
We rollin up got the leaf bout to blaze
And we throw it up all this green got her dazed
Say that you drippin but i get it wetter
Don't ever come at me cause Kidd do it better
She came to the party you dumb if you let her
She slid out the room in some socks and my sweater
Y'all got the backwoods?
Turn up to sun up you run up get done up no reason to talk it out
Speak on my name is like speaking on flames when you talk man it burn your mouth
All in your feelings your girl she was willing and gave you the run around
So cut me my check when it's time to collect cause then it ain't shit else to talk about
You talking bout shit that you shoulda said
You wishing on shit that you coulda did
Oh that's your girl and you love her now?
Well we all got head from that boujee bitch
Watch all all my brothers get stupid rich
And watch all you niggas get stupid sick
Don't call my phone on no groupie shit
Cause ima pick up and say who is?
Walk up in this bitch I'm here to shut it down
Hella flex up in my sweater taking shots of brown (Dussé)
Couple bitches started twerking money hit the ground.
And I'm in here with all my wolves like it's a fuckin pound
Rollin up you tryna smoke but ain't got shit to match
I'll Turn you to a woman crush and make yo nigga mad
I know they hate me but the bitches always show me love
And get yo ass up out my crib if you ain't tryna fuck
Wolf pack nigga sink or swim
And If you lookin for the Kidd I'm on your bitch DMs
Straight gas dawg keep the stems
And keep the deuce-deuce tucked like Michigan
I Do shit that he wish he can
I Heard you niggas taking shots well miss again
I'm taking off with your miss again
And when I'm back she gone see you as a distant friend
None of you niggas relate
I collect commas and stay out the way
Bitches ain't shit and these niggas ain't either so soon as I see her then she getting slated
Get off my dick ask yo bitch how it taste
Better be cautious and watch what you say
No we not friendly I know that you envy
That homie shit dead Get the fuck out my face
Know what it is so it's fuck what it ain't
Road to the Riches It lead to the bank
Baby you cute but no you ain't no saint
She came in the whip I made sure that she came
Hit her then send her right back to her bae
She threw it at me the head was okay
Yo feelings don't matter I'm not with the chatter
Remember her Dissin me back in the day
'Member us broke and no we couldn't pay
Now you got fucked and no you couldn't stay
We rollin up got the leaf bout to blaze
And we throw it up all this green got her dazed
Say that you drippin but i get it wetter
Don't ever come at me cause Kidd do it better
She came to the party you dumb if you let her
She slid out the room in some socks and my sweater
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Writer(s): Jerome Pittman
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