None 4 Me (feat. Fass Lootchie)
This bitch ain't got none for me
I fuck that bitch, I cut that bitch
Ain't nun to me
I talk my shit, I walk my shit
Fuck all that shit ya on
You gon talk that shit I'm at ya crib ya know
Pop that shit myself or I let Krooky
And I'm in traffic, I'm with Fass
I'm smoking dosidos
And I got bad bitch, and she mad thick
And she don't say no
And I need back-ends, bring it massive
Need it holy smokes
And my life tragic, holding plastic full of overdose
But Krook the man so I dont panic
Make it overflow, I'm bout to go ebola cold
With coca-cola soda hoes
I poke her in her chocha slow
Toast her on the sofa
Then I'm out, phone home, I gotta go
Hold up baby, can you stop harassing me
You keep talking shit
But won't you come pick up this cash with me
I can't lie I'm running outta time
You gotta come fast with me
Switching sides, these niggas been switching sides
Boy that's blasphemy
And I put that on my mama
Can't come last with me
Do it on my lonely,
So you know it's no taxing me
I been shitting lately,
Like I'm walking with a lax in me
Seen you with that bitch and I'll allow it
That bitch practicing
This bitch ain't got none for me
I fuck that bitch, I cut that bitch
Ain't nun to me
I talk my shit, I walk my shit
Fuck all that shit ya on
You gon talk that shit I'm at ya crib ya know
This bitch ain't got none for me
I fuck that bitch, I cut that bitch
Ain't nun to me
I talk my shit, I walk my shit
Fuck all that shit ya on
You gon talk that shit I'm at ya crib ya know
Pop that shit myself or I let Krooky go
I fuck that bitch, I cut that bitch
Ain't nun to me
I talk my shit, I walk my shit
Fuck all that shit ya on
You gon talk that shit I'm at ya crib ya know
Pop that shit myself or I let Krooky
And I'm in traffic, I'm with Fass
I'm smoking dosidos
And I got bad bitch, and she mad thick
And she don't say no
And I need back-ends, bring it massive
Need it holy smokes
And my life tragic, holding plastic full of overdose
But Krook the man so I dont panic
Make it overflow, I'm bout to go ebola cold
With coca-cola soda hoes
I poke her in her chocha slow
Toast her on the sofa
Then I'm out, phone home, I gotta go
Hold up baby, can you stop harassing me
You keep talking shit
But won't you come pick up this cash with me
I can't lie I'm running outta time
You gotta come fast with me
Switching sides, these niggas been switching sides
Boy that's blasphemy
And I put that on my mama
Can't come last with me
Do it on my lonely,
So you know it's no taxing me
I been shitting lately,
Like I'm walking with a lax in me
Seen you with that bitch and I'll allow it
That bitch practicing
This bitch ain't got none for me
I fuck that bitch, I cut that bitch
Ain't nun to me
I talk my shit, I walk my shit
Fuck all that shit ya on
You gon talk that shit I'm at ya crib ya know
This bitch ain't got none for me
I fuck that bitch, I cut that bitch
Ain't nun to me
I talk my shit, I walk my shit
Fuck all that shit ya on
You gon talk that shit I'm at ya crib ya know
Pop that shit myself or I let Krooky go
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Writer(s): B. Thorne
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