DiYours

She know I ain't running with no lame shit
Aww yeah aww yeah, aww yeah aww yeah

She know I ain't running with no lame shit
Big ass coupes when we lane switch
Niggas better get with the program
I took ten out the safe put that on your mans head
Making plays Johnny manzeil
My bitch unapproachable she look mad when she walk in
1200 Dior just to walk in
Hit for 15 dice game in the dead ends

She with 5 bad friends tell her come in
Keep it player keep it cool like I'm posed to
My down baby send my packs through the postal
We ain't trippin off no bitch that was old news
New off-whites look like old shoes Counting hunnid after hunnid and they all blues
All these stars in ceiling Im tryna make make a wish
Hella pretty, bout her bag, I'm tryna make a bitch
All that ass on her got me bussing quick
Slim ass waist, like where it is?
Crazy how she call me daddy I ain't got no kids
My niggas balling, 50 ball off the cpn

She know I ain't running with no lame shit
Big ass coupes when we lane switch
Niggas better get with the program
I took 10 out the safe, made the call, like get em
If my niggas on go, Im goin with em
Young niggas steak & lobster plates for dinner
Fuck around and drop tops in the coldest winter
Double C's I be dripping this over seas yeah
She bad like Salina and rock Celine
Valet Katana like ima fiend
Massage seats in this Benz almost fell asleep
Act a ass down Beverwil, doing big speed
Chase goals I'm in to bag bag getting
Broke hoes can't get no time no attention
Big Bentley see I got big big visions
Tell her shake sum im a big big tipper yeah
Ashy jeans rock amiri with my knees out
Dope boy swag cocaine Reebok
All that tough guy act gone get your mans popped
Put my dog on his ass like the sandlot

Yeah getting money we balling out every season
Flipping packs like burgers my niggas eating
I tell lil baby I lover her, I didn't mean it
I've been smoking on gas like a chimney I'm barley breathing damn
Switching them lanes in sport Queen Latifah
Piping these hoes and leaving I think I'm PETA
They think I'm cold, I tell em I'm Anemic
Niggas trippin I pull up Gilbert Arenas yeah
These niggas pussy they selling they souls
Can't really tell if they friends or they foes
All of these grams I'm rocking this gold
Man I been flexing for a minute it's starting to get old
Zero patience for all of these lames
These niggas hating, they some hoes we never the same
This nigga Alex fucking hoes, they feelings in vein
I told my dawgs we them boys it's really a shame

She know I ain't running with no lame shit
Big ass coupes when we lane switch
Niggas better get with the program
I took ten out the safe put that on your mans head
Making plays Johnny manzeil
My bitch unapproachable she look mad when she walk in
1200 Dior just to walk in
Hit for 15 dice game in the dead ends
Yeah yeah huh yeah yeah
Something so playa some so playa
Yeah 2 step something so yeah



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Writer(s): Ernest Anderson
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