Worth Part 2

I remember nights on the block like lights tryna get digits
Got sour, got soft, got hard told the fiens come through and pick it
I get chicken can't fuck with a biscuit (Nah)
But if its bout bread ima get it
Young nigga ball ima spin-off my pivot
Bitch wanna come tell that hoe she could visit
Girl do yuh thing only got couple minutes I'm in out of town moving pounds with the fitness
I see a pic with A vibe on my live ima click it ask how that bitch work then I give da business wait
She tryna cuff I ain't with it
I fuck and I'm dipping ain't missing no misses nope
All of the fuckery I'm with it
Just copped me a scope and it came with the vision

Fuck around ima buy her a purse
All these diamonds is dancing this Cuban gigantic they gon fuck around think this the worth
But this pretty shit cost a ticket you think that I'm slipping get put in da dirt
In love with this chicken just give me the pigeons I'm keeping them franklins like Kirk
I ball like Blake Griffin they balling like crickets this niggas ain't getting no work
Fuck around it got hot like it Turks (Hot)
I might be off a perc and some act so if I don't react all my niggas alert
I ain't into the chatting and capping turn this into fashion put you on a shirt (No cap)
I flip the pack go reverse
I hit the cat go berserk

Fuck it up finna put in some pain
Run it up I might catch me a sprain
How I run it I feel like Usain
If its not money the fuck is you saying
Go ask chevy they know I get paid
Nickname Frito u know I get laid
Young nigga cut up like he need a shave
I take a 30 I'm gon misbehave
His vibe front then I'm fucking his main
She gon clean this shit up like the maid
Break her back gotta tie up my braids
She like wait you fucking up my wig
I'm like shut up and eat up these kids (Eat it up)
I'm finna cop her a bib, jump in the pussy then I hit the skip
Like a attic I go hit da strip

Fuck around ima buy her a purse
All these diamonds is dancing this Cuban gigantic they gon fuck around think this the worth
But this pretty shit cost a ticket you think that I'm slipping get put in da dirt
In love with this chicken just give me the pigeons I'm keeping them franklins like Kirk
I ball like Blake Griffin they balling like crickets this niggas ain't getting no work

And these niggas ain't getting no cake (Nah)
Percs & prometh that shit get me lazy
I got the sauce hit the pot with the gravy
My ex get a box fore she ever could play me (Facts)
That bitch must be crazy
Was never a sucker not even a maybe (Never)
I get a bop and go baby
Young nigga pour up I'm finna go Amy
To this date, they still wanna date me
I'm finna kill it and dip like I'm Hades (Smash)
I get a pack and go Brady
I got da drip I shud be in da navy (Drip)
Feel like Max man they know I'm too wavy
I catch a vibe and I dip with your lady (Come here)
And I do that on the daily
I'm Mr.TYB your bitch
Mr.T my wrist that's how my life go
If I pop out it's a light show
I'm certified like I'm Geico (No cap)
I'm like the plumber with this shit everything lit
I let the pipes go
Came from the bottom right toe
So don't play cus we clipping like slideshows

Fuck around ima buy her a purse
All these diamonds is dancing this Cuban gigantic they gon fuck around think this the worth
But this pretty shit cost a ticket you think that I'm slipping get put in da dirt
In love with this chicken just give me the pigeons I'm keeping them franklins like Kirk
I ball like Blake Griffin they balling like crickets this niggas ain't getting no work
Fuck around it got hot like it Turks (Hot)
I might be off a perc and some act so if I don't react all my niggas alert
I ain't into the chatting and capping turn this into fashion put you on a shirt (No cap)
I flip the pack go reverse
I hit the cat go berserk

(Woah)
(Run it up)
(Fuck you talking bout)



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Writer(s): Christian Brown
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