This n' That

He tell you this, then turn around and tell you that
Yeah, I don't know
I'm up on shit, so now it's really on the floor
I keep fifty on my nigga, he don't know just how to act
He told his friends, "My bitch is cold"
So now he uppin' the pole
I'm a five-star winner
Fifty woods, we mobbin' in a sprinter
I'm with my nigga on the road doin' shows
Bitches wanna be my friend, but here's the plan
I'm only fucking 'round with Su
So tell your bitches we don't fuck with you hoes (uh, ayy)

Bands on me, I put money all on your family
They stopped playin' fair, I ain't takin it to the Gram with it
Your mama a ho and your baby can get left stranded
Over mine, hope you choke, I'm too player so he a fan with it
And we gon' keep runnin' it up, go play in traffic (play in traffic)
Out-rappin' these bitches, they ain't rap shit (they ain't rap shit)
Wait, you did one scam and now you trappin'? (what?)
I like Extendos with big guns, you gotta stock clip (ayy, yeah)
Big money, big sticks, we talkin' big shit
I had him put it right in my hand and then I flipped it
Had your bitch out in LA, she gettin' high with us (gettin' high with us)
It ain't too many bitches in this town that get to vibe with us

He tell you this, then turn around and tell you that
Yeah, I don't know
I'm up on shit, so now it's really on the floor
I keep fifty on my nigga, he don't know just how to act
He told his friends, "My bitch is cold"
So now he uppin' the pole
I'm a five-star winner
Fifty woods, we mobbin' in a sprinter
I'm with my nigga on the road doin' shows
Bitches wanna be my friend, but here's the plan
I'm only fucking 'round with Su
So tell your bitches we don't fuck with you hoes



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Writer(s): Emahalani Tavake, Saunsu Starks
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