FYE BY MY SIDE
CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm
I'm mixing purple up, pour another fo' inside my tris
I'm mister take yo' hoe to work then drop her off and get a kiss (She wanna slide)
Four door big body hop in my ride
They say KR never strapped but they don't know I keep a .9 (He keep that fye)
Keep that lil' shit right there by my side
I can't be out this bitch lacking, you see niggas out here dying (They momma's crying)
Got that little biddy bitch she way too fine
You can't just be out here just slanging joint without catching my time (That bitch is mine)
Big body hellcat the wheels spinning
He went and put a hemi in it, it sound like a demon in it
They asking, "KR you gon' blow?" I told them niggas give me a minute
I gotta get my sack right and make sure these bitches act right
'Cause I can't go out like no hoe, been pumping packs out on the low
Go talk to Dro he upped that score, so we can let these niggas know
Ain't nothing free out in these streets if you gon' bang then you gon' bleed
His shirt all red but when he first came in he had on a white tee
Won't throw no C, I ain't no (Crip)
Won't throw no B, I ain't no (Blood)
But them niggas know what it was
But them niggas know what it was
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm
I'm mixing purple up, pour another fo' inside my tris
I'm mister take yo' hoe to work then drop her off and get a kiss (She wanna slide)
Four door big body hop in my ride
They say KR never strapped but they don't know I keep a .9 (He keep that fye)
Keep that lil' shit right there by my side
I can't be out this bitch lacking, you see niggas out here dying (They momma's crying)
Got that little biddy bitch she way too fine
You can't just be out here just slanging joint without catching my time (That bitch is mine)
Big body hellcat the wheels spinning
He went and put a hemi in it, it sound like a demon in it
They asking, "KR you gon' blow?" I told them niggas give me a minute
I gotta get my sack right and make sure these bitches act right
'Cause I can't go out like no hoe, been pumping packs out on the low
Go talk to Dro he upped that score, so we can let these niggas know
Ain't nothing free out in these streets if you gon' bang then you gon' bleed
His shirt all red but when he first came in he had on a white tee
Won't throw no C, I ain't no (Crip)
Won't throw no B, I ain't no (Blood)
But them niggas know what it was
But them niggas know what it was
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Writer(s): Kaden Rutledge
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