T33dUp (feat. Young Dlo)
Coulda turned you up
But I can't fuck with no thot
I know way better than fucking with a thot hoe
Damn my foot been feeling heavy I can't drive slow
She gonn spill her guts if that bitch down this bottle (Yeah)
I'm on DND
Why you calling, what you want
You be on that shit that I do not got time for
That shit hit him in his leg and made him bop slow
She wann live expensive that's that shit ya die for
Why these niggas talking
Man they know that they don't live like that
I been counting pesos
I done fell in love with thumbing racks
Walked inside the store and bought a bag
It cost a hunnid stacks
Spending spending spending
I ain't worried Imma make it back
I just took his bitch but he won't spin cuz he ain't made for that
Walk around with demons
I'm protected I ain't gotta cap
She wann make a movie
Imma film it like I'm Spike Lee
Can't make no excuses
I just Do It like I'm Nike
Coulda turned you up
But I can't fuck with no thot
I know way better than fucking with a thot hoe
Damn my foot been feeling heavy I can't drive slow
She gonn spill her guts if that bitch down this bottle (Yeah)
I'm on DND
Why you calling, what you want
You be on that shit that I do not got time for
That shit hit him in his leg and made him bop slow
She wann live expensive that's that shit ya die for
Yeah hollup switch it up
She keep tryna convince me but I know when I see a dub
Ball like Dirk Nowitzki one foot fallback on that girl
She can't get my digi ain't no callback for that girl
If she can't catch a Lyft then its a walk back for that girl
Ok you got it made
I 3.5 my blizzy it fuck round and change my day
Im usually on my dolo but my rounds with me today
I'm up like Mr. Popo bitch I'm higher than a plane
Coulda turned you up
But I can't fuck with no thot
I know way better than fucking with a thot hoe
Damn my foot been feeling heavy I can't drive slow
She gonn spill her guts if that bitch down this bottle (Yeah)
I'm on DND
Why you calling, what you want
You be on that shit that I do not got time for
That shit hit him in his leg and made him bop slow
She wann live expensive that's that shit ya die for
But I can't fuck with no thot
I know way better than fucking with a thot hoe
Damn my foot been feeling heavy I can't drive slow
She gonn spill her guts if that bitch down this bottle (Yeah)
I'm on DND
Why you calling, what you want
You be on that shit that I do not got time for
That shit hit him in his leg and made him bop slow
She wann live expensive that's that shit ya die for
Why these niggas talking
Man they know that they don't live like that
I been counting pesos
I done fell in love with thumbing racks
Walked inside the store and bought a bag
It cost a hunnid stacks
Spending spending spending
I ain't worried Imma make it back
I just took his bitch but he won't spin cuz he ain't made for that
Walk around with demons
I'm protected I ain't gotta cap
She wann make a movie
Imma film it like I'm Spike Lee
Can't make no excuses
I just Do It like I'm Nike
Coulda turned you up
But I can't fuck with no thot
I know way better than fucking with a thot hoe
Damn my foot been feeling heavy I can't drive slow
She gonn spill her guts if that bitch down this bottle (Yeah)
I'm on DND
Why you calling, what you want
You be on that shit that I do not got time for
That shit hit him in his leg and made him bop slow
She wann live expensive that's that shit ya die for
Yeah hollup switch it up
She keep tryna convince me but I know when I see a dub
Ball like Dirk Nowitzki one foot fallback on that girl
She can't get my digi ain't no callback for that girl
If she can't catch a Lyft then its a walk back for that girl
Ok you got it made
I 3.5 my blizzy it fuck round and change my day
Im usually on my dolo but my rounds with me today
I'm up like Mr. Popo bitch I'm higher than a plane
Coulda turned you up
But I can't fuck with no thot
I know way better than fucking with a thot hoe
Damn my foot been feeling heavy I can't drive slow
She gonn spill her guts if that bitch down this bottle (Yeah)
I'm on DND
Why you calling, what you want
You be on that shit that I do not got time for
That shit hit him in his leg and made him bop slow
She wann live expensive that's that shit ya die for
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Writer(s): D'angelo Thompson
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