However You Want It
You want smoke let me know it's how ever you want it
I'm a rich ass nigga don't care about opponents
She was staring at my jeans put her face up on it
Shawty fucked my up draws she left make up on it
Gotta whole lotta demons spinning like a fidget
Y'all sit down when y'all pee y'all gossip like some bitches
Eighty thousand on me can't fit it in my britches
She get down on her knees and tell me how she miss me
We burn his ass like some toast I'm tryna make him a post let's get it let's go
Yea I knew that was ya hoe I still got her touching her toes let's get it let's go
She told me I do the most she mad cause I can't cuff a hoe let's get it let's go
Had them presidents fore my ass could even vote I hit than go ghost let's get it let's go
No you ain't fucking with me you a rip off
I don't fuck with ghetto hoes they make my dick soft
My niggas just shoot they don't wait for the tip off
I'm flyer than birds in this Rick I might lift off
Tryna get in her head like some lice
If he cross imma send him to Christ
He think he hot we gone put him on ice
All of this bread round me they want a slice
It cost to live like this niggas couldn't afford it
It's a pen in the sprite i ain't sipping a forty
I don't answer her calls to me she ain't important
I gave the bitch back this hoe way to annoying
I've been thumbing through cash on a cash binge I might OD
And my smith holding bullets like Steve
No I don't have friends only checks love me
These some real all bullets I don't play with props
This a wide body demon I don't do the stock
I got it from the bottom so I need her top
Bust down Cartier ain't shit g shock
All this hoe need is a face i could snatch her waist wanted tittes I bought her some Breast
Nah bruh ain't shit free if you wanted a feat I need three Niggas know I'm the best
Fuck it I'm charging her less even know I still tax hoes like the IRS
Straight head shots we ain't stunning ya vest bullets hot hell they eating his flesh
You want smoke let me know it's how ever you want it
I'm a rich ass nigga don't care about opponents
She was staring at my jeans put her face up on it
Shawty fucked my up draws she left make up on it
Gotta whole lotta demons spinning like a fidget
Y'all sit down when y'all pee y'all gossip like some bitches
Eighty thousand on me can't fit it in my britches
She get down on her knees and tell me how she miss me
I'm a rich ass nigga don't care about opponents
She was staring at my jeans put her face up on it
Shawty fucked my up draws she left make up on it
Gotta whole lotta demons spinning like a fidget
Y'all sit down when y'all pee y'all gossip like some bitches
Eighty thousand on me can't fit it in my britches
She get down on her knees and tell me how she miss me
We burn his ass like some toast I'm tryna make him a post let's get it let's go
Yea I knew that was ya hoe I still got her touching her toes let's get it let's go
She told me I do the most she mad cause I can't cuff a hoe let's get it let's go
Had them presidents fore my ass could even vote I hit than go ghost let's get it let's go
No you ain't fucking with me you a rip off
I don't fuck with ghetto hoes they make my dick soft
My niggas just shoot they don't wait for the tip off
I'm flyer than birds in this Rick I might lift off
Tryna get in her head like some lice
If he cross imma send him to Christ
He think he hot we gone put him on ice
All of this bread round me they want a slice
It cost to live like this niggas couldn't afford it
It's a pen in the sprite i ain't sipping a forty
I don't answer her calls to me she ain't important
I gave the bitch back this hoe way to annoying
I've been thumbing through cash on a cash binge I might OD
And my smith holding bullets like Steve
No I don't have friends only checks love me
These some real all bullets I don't play with props
This a wide body demon I don't do the stock
I got it from the bottom so I need her top
Bust down Cartier ain't shit g shock
All this hoe need is a face i could snatch her waist wanted tittes I bought her some Breast
Nah bruh ain't shit free if you wanted a feat I need three Niggas know I'm the best
Fuck it I'm charging her less even know I still tax hoes like the IRS
Straight head shots we ain't stunning ya vest bullets hot hell they eating his flesh
You want smoke let me know it's how ever you want it
I'm a rich ass nigga don't care about opponents
She was staring at my jeans put her face up on it
Shawty fucked my up draws she left make up on it
Gotta whole lotta demons spinning like a fidget
Y'all sit down when y'all pee y'all gossip like some bitches
Eighty thousand on me can't fit it in my britches
She get down on her knees and tell me how she miss me
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Collins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.