If I Want To
If I want to
If I want to
If I want to
If I want to
Straight to the money, my feet on the pedal
Wear my new chain like a medal
All of my bitches reside in the ghetto
Pull up with sticks like, "Hello," huh
Hey, get 'em, snake 'em, venom
Spin 'em, drill 'em, extendos, hit 'em, huh
They know my pop, why I'm doin' this shit
Hop on the beat, don't make nothin' but hits
None of you bitches is really that nice
Put me against 'em, she could get clipped
Tell me who really the talk of the town
I took a brick and they still on my dick
Too many bitches ain't in on this sound
Couldn't give a fuck 'bout a blog or a list
I got a drum, you could get fried
I'm in the mix, who tryna slide?
We too much killers and dealers around
You wanna get rich, or you tryna die?
I got these bitches to stay on they knees
I tell 'em suck it and swallow they pride
I got a vision, I'm tryna get lit
I gotta spend it with all of the guys
I'ma talk all this shit if I want to
And I don't give a fuck what you gon' do
Anyone feelin' froggy, then leap, bitch
'Cause I'll snatch a bitch right out her frontal
Out the mud, yeah, I came from the streets, bitch
Tried to push me aside, I was humble
Blowing back, I don't fuck with no cheap dick
How you run up a bag, but you fumble, uh
Wait
If I want to
If I want to
If I want to
Straight to the money, my feet on the pedal
Wear my new chain like a medal
All of my bitches reside in the ghetto
Pull up with sticks like, "Hello," huh
Hey, get 'em, snake 'em, venom
Spin 'em, drill 'em, extendos, hit 'em, huh
They know my pop, why I'm doin' this shit
Hop on the beat, don't make nothin' but hits
None of you bitches is really that nice
Put me against 'em, she could get clipped
Tell me who really the talk of the town
I took a brick and they still on my dick
Too many bitches ain't in on this sound
Couldn't give a fuck 'bout a blog or a list
I got a drum, you could get fried
I'm in the mix, who tryna slide?
We too much killers and dealers around
You wanna get rich, or you tryna die?
I got these bitches to stay on they knees
I tell 'em suck it and swallow they pride
I got a vision, I'm tryna get lit
I gotta spend it with all of the guys
I'ma talk all this shit if I want to
And I don't give a fuck what you gon' do
Anyone feelin' froggy, then leap, bitch
'Cause I'll snatch a bitch right out her frontal
Out the mud, yeah, I came from the streets, bitch
Tried to push me aside, I was humble
Blowing back, I don't fuck with no cheap dick
How you run up a bag, but you fumble, uh
Wait
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Writer(s): Constance Burns
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