Protocol
Ain't gon do shit
They lookin right at me
But I'm gon move shit
These bitches real goofy
Her nigga a clown call em it like the movie
Cashout
Lookin at the titties poke the ass out
Gotta bad lil bitch so he pass out
Love to get bread little nigga wanna tap out
I walk in that room and it's nothing to me
They eyeing me ten to a t
Know that im hot
Fuego as fuck
He all in my ear like he wanna fuck
Not here for the talk and I'm cropping the tops
Actin real phony these bitches get mopped
Just like the floor in the villa
Don't talk to that boy cause he scary like thriller
Scary like thriller
Fresh out of jail so they callin him killer
Don't talk bout the drugs
He link all the dealers emoji dem bands
Then line up the realest
Bitch I speak numeros
Talkin all commas in love like I'm romeo
My ladies gon pop out
Show off the body like art its a knockout
Make haters walk out
Call up my stylist his money gon blowout
Real niggas clap so these hoes gotta showout
Jimmy the shoes and these hoes got they toes out
Bang on my drum
Thumbing through funds took all these L's you bitches real dumb
Can you keep up sprint to a run
Tell em ease up cause the baddest aint done
Ain't gon do shit
They lookin right at me
But I'm gon move shit
These bitches real goofy
Her nigga a clown call em it like the movie
Cashout
Lookin at the titties poke the ass out
Gotta bad lil bitch so he pass out
Love to get bread little nigga wanna tap out
Put em in his place
Don't talk back baddie gang on my face
Ion gotta race
Real sick ride slide right up through the gate
These bitches stay late they hitting my phone Majestic you crazy
Im all in they dome like nigga let's play
Scrubbing the money it's clearing the way
Face off rich bitch vibe on a takeoff
Touchdown goal on the playoff
Star of the show if its up drop napalm napalm napalms
Ordinance hang a bitch up like a ornament
Win every bout its a tournament
Niggas gon fold up just call him accordian
Ooh what they gon do
Aint coming for me most bitches is through
Foot on they head and I'm staging a coup
Don't talk to me now cause I said i'm the truth
Bitch im the proof
Respectfully I'm that boss don't check for me
Ain't gon do shit
They lookin right at me
But I'm gon move shit
These bitches real goofy
Her nigga a clown call em it like the movie
Cashout
Lookin at the titties poke the ass out
Gotta bad lil bitch so he pass out
Love to get bread little nigga wanna tap out
Aye tapout
They lookin right at me
But I'm gon move shit
These bitches real goofy
Her nigga a clown call em it like the movie
Cashout
Lookin at the titties poke the ass out
Gotta bad lil bitch so he pass out
Love to get bread little nigga wanna tap out
I walk in that room and it's nothing to me
They eyeing me ten to a t
Know that im hot
Fuego as fuck
He all in my ear like he wanna fuck
Not here for the talk and I'm cropping the tops
Actin real phony these bitches get mopped
Just like the floor in the villa
Don't talk to that boy cause he scary like thriller
Scary like thriller
Fresh out of jail so they callin him killer
Don't talk bout the drugs
He link all the dealers emoji dem bands
Then line up the realest
Bitch I speak numeros
Talkin all commas in love like I'm romeo
My ladies gon pop out
Show off the body like art its a knockout
Make haters walk out
Call up my stylist his money gon blowout
Real niggas clap so these hoes gotta showout
Jimmy the shoes and these hoes got they toes out
Bang on my drum
Thumbing through funds took all these L's you bitches real dumb
Can you keep up sprint to a run
Tell em ease up cause the baddest aint done
Ain't gon do shit
They lookin right at me
But I'm gon move shit
These bitches real goofy
Her nigga a clown call em it like the movie
Cashout
Lookin at the titties poke the ass out
Gotta bad lil bitch so he pass out
Love to get bread little nigga wanna tap out
Put em in his place
Don't talk back baddie gang on my face
Ion gotta race
Real sick ride slide right up through the gate
These bitches stay late they hitting my phone Majestic you crazy
Im all in they dome like nigga let's play
Scrubbing the money it's clearing the way
Face off rich bitch vibe on a takeoff
Touchdown goal on the playoff
Star of the show if its up drop napalm napalm napalms
Ordinance hang a bitch up like a ornament
Win every bout its a tournament
Niggas gon fold up just call him accordian
Ooh what they gon do
Aint coming for me most bitches is through
Foot on they head and I'm staging a coup
Don't talk to me now cause I said i'm the truth
Bitch im the proof
Respectfully I'm that boss don't check for me
Ain't gon do shit
They lookin right at me
But I'm gon move shit
These bitches real goofy
Her nigga a clown call em it like the movie
Cashout
Lookin at the titties poke the ass out
Gotta bad lil bitch so he pass out
Love to get bread little nigga wanna tap out
Aye tapout
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Writer(s): Marione Robinson
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