Stiff
Lately I been all up on my stiff shit
Say she wanna sit up on my stiff dick
I been tryna get it for a minute
If you ain't talking money, i don't wanna hear it
Hop up in that bitch, i just might hit it
I hate to disappoint nit i gotta take these chances
Why you always talking 'bout like you with the shits
When i slide up on you, you go missing
I been all up on my stiff shit
I ain't tryna hear it
Boy you is not with it
I push up on you, you was missing
Gotta get get this shit, got me fucked up if i miss a meal
Nothing compare to the thrill
When you be in the field for real
Thats why i'll be on the fuck shit til i see some mills
I don't want your shitty deal to buy a Richard Mille
Boy don't piss me off, you better go and do that fuckin drill
Thats why i do music 'cause sometimes I just gotta chill
Or sometimes i just gotta geek, go and get me a couple pills
Young Atlanta nigga, fell in love with how it feel
Y'all mad I took her when, all i did was keep it real
I been catching fishes while y'all need a better reel
You finna team up with the pigs, i know you bout to squeal
And your hoe know you a lame, thats why she finna kneel
I know that she lost, tryna drown me in her sex appeal
I can't wait to pop, wanna see what life reveals
Ima need a Glock, just to keep that shit concealed
Big Carp, like a nigga was Shaquille
Lately I been all up on my stiff shit
Say she wanna sit up on my stiff dick
I been tryna get it for a minute
If you ain't talking money, i don't wanna hear it
Hop up in that bitch, i just might hit it
I hate to disappoint nit i gotta take these chances
Why you always talking 'bout like you with the shits
When i slide up on you, you go missing
Big Carp, Cash Carp Ain't going for none, Always Solid for real
Put my niggas on and then some, Aint fucking with none y'all niggas
Real Stiff for real, go ahead and bring that hook back in
Lately I been all up on my stiff shit
Say she wanna sit up on my stiff dick
I been tryna get it for a minute
If you ain't talking money, i don't wanna hear it
Hop up in that bitch, i just might hit it
I hate to disappoint nit i gotta take these chances
Why you always talking 'bout like you with the shits
When i slide up on you, you go missing
Say she wanna sit up on my stiff dick
I been tryna get it for a minute
If you ain't talking money, i don't wanna hear it
Hop up in that bitch, i just might hit it
I hate to disappoint nit i gotta take these chances
Why you always talking 'bout like you with the shits
When i slide up on you, you go missing
I been all up on my stiff shit
I ain't tryna hear it
Boy you is not with it
I push up on you, you was missing
Gotta get get this shit, got me fucked up if i miss a meal
Nothing compare to the thrill
When you be in the field for real
Thats why i'll be on the fuck shit til i see some mills
I don't want your shitty deal to buy a Richard Mille
Boy don't piss me off, you better go and do that fuckin drill
Thats why i do music 'cause sometimes I just gotta chill
Or sometimes i just gotta geek, go and get me a couple pills
Young Atlanta nigga, fell in love with how it feel
Y'all mad I took her when, all i did was keep it real
I been catching fishes while y'all need a better reel
You finna team up with the pigs, i know you bout to squeal
And your hoe know you a lame, thats why she finna kneel
I know that she lost, tryna drown me in her sex appeal
I can't wait to pop, wanna see what life reveals
Ima need a Glock, just to keep that shit concealed
Big Carp, like a nigga was Shaquille
Lately I been all up on my stiff shit
Say she wanna sit up on my stiff dick
I been tryna get it for a minute
If you ain't talking money, i don't wanna hear it
Hop up in that bitch, i just might hit it
I hate to disappoint nit i gotta take these chances
Why you always talking 'bout like you with the shits
When i slide up on you, you go missing
Big Carp, Cash Carp Ain't going for none, Always Solid for real
Put my niggas on and then some, Aint fucking with none y'all niggas
Real Stiff for real, go ahead and bring that hook back in
Lately I been all up on my stiff shit
Say she wanna sit up on my stiff dick
I been tryna get it for a minute
If you ain't talking money, i don't wanna hear it
Hop up in that bitch, i just might hit it
I hate to disappoint nit i gotta take these chances
Why you always talking 'bout like you with the shits
When i slide up on you, you go missing
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Carpio
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