NO MORE FRONTING
20k in the bank
Eggroll cooking in the kitchen
Selling drugs like I'm Hank
Doing 80 in a tank
Do this shit in a take
Like an easy bake
Turn his ass into ash
Imma turn my bars into cash
Silly like I'm putty, yeah all my bitches say that
Tryna pull up when you built like a tic tac
My bitches Yin Yang cuz I got the white and the black
If you got some good good, bring a 20 meet me in the back
Ugly ass hoe talking like she got some issues,
Big nose, big mouth, big foot, big shoes
Seen you goin at it wit your girl in the tub
Meet her in the back,
Giving me the tug and the rub
Got the feds on my ass
Making runs in the cab
Got Modelos at the bar
Put it all on my tab
30 thousand on my wrist
Got the drip like a fish
Hit her up on the gram
Eat her ass like a dish
Lying to my face that's why these bitches fib
Bars so tight that's why this shits a gift
You only come out once a year like McRibs
No more fronting or I'll pull up to the crib
Got no business like Freddie Gibbs
How much more you gotta hear of "Can I live"
How much to know this shits all a DIG
How many more BM's can I give
How much more
Does it take
To keep them drugs
In their place
You a lil boy I can tell your scared from your face
Got the heat and we cooking up at this rate
And the verse so meaty we just ate
You playin tough think u got problems
You pull up on my boys thinkin you gonna rock them
You play wit dem keys but this ain't no flocking
Get to come pack u man that's no problem
Eggroll cooking in the kitchen
Selling drugs like I'm Hank
Doing 80 in a tank
Do this shit in a take
Like an easy bake
Turn his ass into ash
Imma turn my bars into cash
Silly like I'm putty, yeah all my bitches say that
Tryna pull up when you built like a tic tac
My bitches Yin Yang cuz I got the white and the black
If you got some good good, bring a 20 meet me in the back
Ugly ass hoe talking like she got some issues,
Big nose, big mouth, big foot, big shoes
Seen you goin at it wit your girl in the tub
Meet her in the back,
Giving me the tug and the rub
Got the feds on my ass
Making runs in the cab
Got Modelos at the bar
Put it all on my tab
30 thousand on my wrist
Got the drip like a fish
Hit her up on the gram
Eat her ass like a dish
Lying to my face that's why these bitches fib
Bars so tight that's why this shits a gift
You only come out once a year like McRibs
No more fronting or I'll pull up to the crib
Got no business like Freddie Gibbs
How much more you gotta hear of "Can I live"
How much to know this shits all a DIG
How many more BM's can I give
How much more
Does it take
To keep them drugs
In their place
You a lil boy I can tell your scared from your face
Got the heat and we cooking up at this rate
And the verse so meaty we just ate
You playin tough think u got problems
You pull up on my boys thinkin you gonna rock them
You play wit dem keys but this ain't no flocking
Get to come pack u man that's no problem
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Singh
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