No Hook
I'm rocking the baby to go to sleep
I did not fold and I did not tweak
They say they love when I'm on the beat
I use to love when I ran the streets
She said she love it when I'm in her cheeks
I said I love when she in my sheets
But I'm in love with them dubs baby you can't get no love you a f freak
Why would I hire a shooter
B imma shooter I aim at medullas (Ugh)
Why would I go pay a b to come s my d when she f the click (What)
Why would I pay for a brick when I'm a stain genius I could stain that s (Yeah)
How you turn him to a lick come take a lesson I'll teach you a trick (Yeah)
I thought you was bold how could you fold how did you go it was over a b
I came from the lo its a whole lotta snow yeah it's cold I came from the bricks
You gotta pole and I gotta pole so we got some poles let's go hit some licks
Yo brother gone fold he probably told I know he p yeah I know he b
Oh I heard you gassed up
Imma take off like NASA
In a old school when I'm flying past you
And I'm bumping that Old Dirty Bastard
On Facebook you n be mad tuff
In real life you n be mad fluff
Thats the sto get yo dad snuffed
You was better off getting your bag up (Huh)
I like to flex a lot she like to text a lot I like to have s a lot
I should get a Tesla just so I could pull up pull off and stress the lot
They love when I scrape the pot my feins use to love it when I use to s that r
I got a drop on a opp and I got the 30 I'll pull up and let it pop
Yeah I know they love to hate I ain't gone be s yeah that's what they love to say
I fell in love with cake you fell in love with jakes you fell in love with snakes
I fell in love with a bag
You fell in love with a bad b
I fell in love with some cash
You fell in love with a trash b
Boy you my son I'm yo dad
I had to trend set on some dad s
I really got you n mad
Yo pockets they down on some sad s
If you wanna link get right up my n shooter no they not no fighters
If you wanna beef get right up I know you p you scratch like a tiger
I really wish a n would hit him with a golf club leave him in the woods
I really bossed up like I'm s I'm doing s that you wish that you could
If you wanna link get right up
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
Yeah b I hang with them snipers
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
I did not fold and I did not tweak
They say they love when I'm on the beat
I use to love when I ran the streets
She said she love it when I'm in her cheeks
I said I love when she in my sheets
But I'm in love with them dubs baby you can't get no love you a f freak
Why would I hire a shooter
B imma shooter I aim at medullas (Ugh)
Why would I go pay a b to come s my d when she f the click (What)
Why would I pay for a brick when I'm a stain genius I could stain that s (Yeah)
How you turn him to a lick come take a lesson I'll teach you a trick (Yeah)
I thought you was bold how could you fold how did you go it was over a b
I came from the lo its a whole lotta snow yeah it's cold I came from the bricks
You gotta pole and I gotta pole so we got some poles let's go hit some licks
Yo brother gone fold he probably told I know he p yeah I know he b
Oh I heard you gassed up
Imma take off like NASA
In a old school when I'm flying past you
And I'm bumping that Old Dirty Bastard
On Facebook you n be mad tuff
In real life you n be mad fluff
Thats the sto get yo dad snuffed
You was better off getting your bag up (Huh)
I like to flex a lot she like to text a lot I like to have s a lot
I should get a Tesla just so I could pull up pull off and stress the lot
They love when I scrape the pot my feins use to love it when I use to s that r
I got a drop on a opp and I got the 30 I'll pull up and let it pop
Yeah I know they love to hate I ain't gone be s yeah that's what they love to say
I fell in love with cake you fell in love with jakes you fell in love with snakes
I fell in love with a bag
You fell in love with a bad b
I fell in love with some cash
You fell in love with a trash b
Boy you my son I'm yo dad
I had to trend set on some dad s
I really got you n mad
Yo pockets they down on some sad s
If you wanna link get right up my n shooter no they not no fighters
If you wanna beef get right up I know you p you scratch like a tiger
I really wish a n would hit him with a golf club leave him in the woods
I really bossed up like I'm s I'm doing s that you wish that you could
If you wanna link get right up
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
Yeah b I hang with them snipers
If you wanna beef get right up
If you wanna link get right up
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Writer(s): Tyquon Fair
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