Getting 1
Why your nigga looking at me like I did something
When I'm done packing this clip, he Gettin' 1
When you see me in a wraith, you'll know kid won
Nigga jealous, I tell him to go and get 1
It's like 300k on it
Every track these niggas sounding like they gay on it
Ima hit the pussy she know I'ma play on it
Even if she ice-cold, Ima skate on it
She a actress hoe, so I wrote a play on it
She told me "don't hop off, you gotta stay on it"
I told her "suck my dick" go TreyWay on it
As i shoot your nigga down, MayDay on it
She tell me 'I'm the nigga that she love'
When he turned his back, I put his bitch up on my rug
Hit the bitch, until my dick done fucking up the club
(Hit that shit until my dick done fucking up the club)
Why your nigga looking at me like I did something
When I'm done packing this clip, he Gettin' 1
When you see me in a wraith, you'll know kid won
Niggas jealous, I tell him to go and get 1
Why your nigga looking at me like I did something
When I'm done packing this clip, he Gettin' 1
When you see me in a wraith, you'll know kid won
Niggas jealous, I tell him to go and get 1
It's like 300k on it
It's like 300k on it
Even if she ice-cold, Ima skate on it
Eatin' off the pussy like a plate on it
If this track about pussy, Ima stay on it
Ima superman that hoe like a cape on it
And she sticking by me like there's tape on it
Put that ass on this dick, come and shake on it (Fuck yea)
Oh you thought that im done? Well I faked on it
This dick'll get it done, have some faith on it
Silver platter in the morning with the crapes on it
Neighbors staring through the window, put the drapes on it
She told me you might as well be kicking rocks
You don't do it for her, you don't get no props
I outline your body with some different chalk
Ima a pit, you a pussy in a litter box
A lot of money, winning like its poker
Got your bitch dripping, like my choker
'When she first came out she was sober'
Then I turned her whole house into stoners
Ugh... cuz I really, really get it, yea
Bout to hop in the whip, drive it out to Philly, yea
Hit the city with bottles, Bentleys and biddies, yea
Shit is lit got bitches and all my Billis, yea
'When she first came out she was sober'
When I'm done packing this clip, he Gettin' 1
When you see me in a wraith, you'll know kid won
Nigga jealous, I tell him to go and get 1
It's like 300k on it
Every track these niggas sounding like they gay on it
Ima hit the pussy she know I'ma play on it
Even if she ice-cold, Ima skate on it
She a actress hoe, so I wrote a play on it
She told me "don't hop off, you gotta stay on it"
I told her "suck my dick" go TreyWay on it
As i shoot your nigga down, MayDay on it
She tell me 'I'm the nigga that she love'
When he turned his back, I put his bitch up on my rug
Hit the bitch, until my dick done fucking up the club
(Hit that shit until my dick done fucking up the club)
Why your nigga looking at me like I did something
When I'm done packing this clip, he Gettin' 1
When you see me in a wraith, you'll know kid won
Niggas jealous, I tell him to go and get 1
Why your nigga looking at me like I did something
When I'm done packing this clip, he Gettin' 1
When you see me in a wraith, you'll know kid won
Niggas jealous, I tell him to go and get 1
It's like 300k on it
It's like 300k on it
Even if she ice-cold, Ima skate on it
Eatin' off the pussy like a plate on it
If this track about pussy, Ima stay on it
Ima superman that hoe like a cape on it
And she sticking by me like there's tape on it
Put that ass on this dick, come and shake on it (Fuck yea)
Oh you thought that im done? Well I faked on it
This dick'll get it done, have some faith on it
Silver platter in the morning with the crapes on it
Neighbors staring through the window, put the drapes on it
She told me you might as well be kicking rocks
You don't do it for her, you don't get no props
I outline your body with some different chalk
Ima a pit, you a pussy in a litter box
A lot of money, winning like its poker
Got your bitch dripping, like my choker
'When she first came out she was sober'
Then I turned her whole house into stoners
Ugh... cuz I really, really get it, yea
Bout to hop in the whip, drive it out to Philly, yea
Hit the city with bottles, Bentleys and biddies, yea
Shit is lit got bitches and all my Billis, yea
'When she first came out she was sober'
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Gauthier
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