20!2
2012 bitch I was kidding round
Fast forward, I like them gun sounds
What that gun got? Bitch it got like, 50 rounds
Hit the block, and make them all stop, hit the ground
They get hit with water they gonna fucking drown
They bitch on my dick say, she jack my style
I be making money, damn it's like a cash cow
I'm gonna need my credit, and I'm talking bout' right now
I'm talking bout' now not later
I be on my shit if bro wanna play my paper
If bro wanna play that role then he can play my card
This shit ain't come easy, I'm on level hard
If bro wanna paint that pic then we can paint his car
Hit his block with ease and then we go abroad
Take the gang to Paris, fuck some foreign broads
Roll one to the face, we flame on big cigars
Too high, I can't think, too high, I can't blink
Stuck inside that, talking bout that tank
30 on my, Banana clip insane
Shoot and ain't hit shit, please adjust your aim
You gotta fix your aim, you gotta fix that shit, you wasting your bullets
I'm hitting meat out a taco, you just be flashing your pole, is you really gon' pull it
I don't be worried bout shit, I just be talking my shit cause, I know they won't do it
I know they won't do it, I know they won't
Wake up to money and then I get ready to talk to them planes
I don't be talking to no one, these bitches can't know where I stay
Maybe a few but I had them forget it the very next day
I ain't into with no one and even if I was, they'd be M.I.A.
I don't be liking to argue my patience run thin for real, Im doing my thing
I ain't been fucking these bitches, they fucking with me it's different, not what you think
They be like "why you ain't party?", I be like, "why you ain't never inside of a bank?"
Why you ain't ever inside of a bank
Turn that auto down now, we gon' switch it back
I be off that, we leaving shit on flats
Your bitch on my skin, look like a brand new tat
Horny bitch on dick, she don't know how to act
If you friends with my bitch then you can keep the hoe
If I ain't got my bread then I'm gon' kick the door
If I ain't make shit work then know I'm flipping dough
Last resort for sure, I still won't sell my soul
Fast forward, I like them gun sounds
What that gun got? Bitch it got like, 50 rounds
Hit the block, and make them all stop, hit the ground
They get hit with water they gonna fucking drown
They bitch on my dick say, she jack my style
I be making money, damn it's like a cash cow
I'm gonna need my credit, and I'm talking bout' right now
I'm talking bout' now not later
I be on my shit if bro wanna play my paper
If bro wanna play that role then he can play my card
This shit ain't come easy, I'm on level hard
If bro wanna paint that pic then we can paint his car
Hit his block with ease and then we go abroad
Take the gang to Paris, fuck some foreign broads
Roll one to the face, we flame on big cigars
Too high, I can't think, too high, I can't blink
Stuck inside that, talking bout that tank
30 on my, Banana clip insane
Shoot and ain't hit shit, please adjust your aim
You gotta fix your aim, you gotta fix that shit, you wasting your bullets
I'm hitting meat out a taco, you just be flashing your pole, is you really gon' pull it
I don't be worried bout shit, I just be talking my shit cause, I know they won't do it
I know they won't do it, I know they won't
Wake up to money and then I get ready to talk to them planes
I don't be talking to no one, these bitches can't know where I stay
Maybe a few but I had them forget it the very next day
I ain't into with no one and even if I was, they'd be M.I.A.
I don't be liking to argue my patience run thin for real, Im doing my thing
I ain't been fucking these bitches, they fucking with me it's different, not what you think
They be like "why you ain't party?", I be like, "why you ain't never inside of a bank?"
Why you ain't ever inside of a bank
Turn that auto down now, we gon' switch it back
I be off that, we leaving shit on flats
Your bitch on my skin, look like a brand new tat
Horny bitch on dick, she don't know how to act
If you friends with my bitch then you can keep the hoe
If I ain't got my bread then I'm gon' kick the door
If I ain't make shit work then know I'm flipping dough
Last resort for sure, I still won't sell my soul
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Writer(s): Xavier Sisneros
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