Don't Take Much
Yeah, hold on, get back, uh huh
Yeah, back to back, uh huh
We can, we can go back to back, uh huh, yeah
We can, tit for tat uh huh
I hit you with this and that uh huh
Break the rules never told
Break the rules, never told you, look
Break the rules, never told you break the rules
Still sent sum up for you even though I ain't have to
And, and I paid my due's so we play by my rules
Nigga you gon' die soon if you fuck up my tune
Don't trust these hoes
Gave her soul, still broke the bro code
All these shells trynna wrap a nigga like a taco
Fuck around got spilled trynna take sum shit that's not yours
Big nigga, trunk in the front, I Gazpacho
This that sound of that, when that dope spark
This that sound of that fye, when that dope spark
This that sound of that, when that spark
(Hold on)
This that sound of that blick when that spark
(Bang)
(I can't fold)
I can't fold weather you like it or not
(I can't change)
I can't change, either you in or you out
Yeah, that either bitch
Mr. Grinch take your shit and want more
Pussy nigga don't ball don't keep score
You ain't shit, ride the bench on my park
No play, you ain't shit bitch
You don't ball, rode the bench on my park
You don't ball, rode the bench on my park
Imma hit every time, this shit ain't hard
Your pussy ass gone get hit every time y'all play hard
You can run all you want but you won't get far
Pull up paint their sene, Soe Mozart
You can hide all you want but I got dog
He'll sniff a nigga out, it don't take much
Yeah, back to back, uh huh
We can, we can go back to back, uh huh, yeah
We can, tit for tat uh huh
I hit you with this and that uh huh
Break the rules never told
Break the rules, never told you, look
Break the rules, never told you break the rules
Still sent sum up for you even though I ain't have to
And, and I paid my due's so we play by my rules
Nigga you gon' die soon if you fuck up my tune
Don't trust these hoes
Gave her soul, still broke the bro code
All these shells trynna wrap a nigga like a taco
Fuck around got spilled trynna take sum shit that's not yours
Big nigga, trunk in the front, I Gazpacho
This that sound of that, when that dope spark
This that sound of that fye, when that dope spark
This that sound of that, when that spark
(Hold on)
This that sound of that blick when that spark
(Bang)
(I can't fold)
I can't fold weather you like it or not
(I can't change)
I can't change, either you in or you out
Yeah, that either bitch
Mr. Grinch take your shit and want more
Pussy nigga don't ball don't keep score
You ain't shit, ride the bench on my park
No play, you ain't shit bitch
You don't ball, rode the bench on my park
You don't ball, rode the bench on my park
Imma hit every time, this shit ain't hard
Your pussy ass gone get hit every time y'all play hard
You can run all you want but you won't get far
Pull up paint their sene, Soe Mozart
You can hide all you want but I got dog
He'll sniff a nigga out, it don't take much
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Writer(s): Derrick Faniel Jr
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