You Heard Right
You heard right, yeah, bitch its like that
Probably never catch me on the block, cause I flight catch
I was in the stu last night, droppin' all pressure
Remember I used to leave, technicolor in that old lexus
Hood niggas prayin' nobu, got a lunch special
I ain't really trippin' on your shit, it ain't that impressive
I a never trip on these hoes, I ain't that invested
Had 50 on the way, same day I got arrested
Walked out with my chain on, was the best feelin'
Pink runtz, still waitin' on me and I made a killin'
Told my bitch be patient, cause I gotta do some healin'
Gotta make it for my brother, know he tired of drug dealin'
Buffy kombz, aint got a ceiling, turn this shit up in an instant
Me and pressure in the building, couple hookahs for the bitches
Bad bitches shakin' ass, tryna find out who the littest
Bad bitches shakin' ass, I'm tryna see who the thickest
Had a 30 on us each, when we pulled the lamb up
Playin' cunning with the hams, how I got the bag up
This a whole new game, really on the last of em
I was just in last place, I'm bout to do the pass up
All these flavors in the wood, we bout to do the mash up
All these haters, but it's good, that mean we work our ass off
Lil' bitch lookin' good, I'm bout to fuck her lash off
Drive her straight back to her hood, skirt
Do the scratch off
Probably never catch me on the block, cause I flight catch
I was in the stu last night, droppin' all pressure
Remember I used to leave, technicolor in that old lexus
Hood niggas prayin' nobu, got a lunch special
I ain't really trippin' on your shit, it ain't that impressive
I a never trip on these hoes, I ain't that invested
Had 50 on the way, same day I got arrested
Walked out with my chain on, was the best feelin'
Pink runtz, still waitin' on me and I made a killin'
Told my bitch be patient, cause I gotta do some healin'
Gotta make it for my brother, know he tired of drug dealin'
Buffy kombz, aint got a ceiling, turn this shit up in an instant
Me and pressure in the building, couple hookahs for the bitches
Bad bitches shakin' ass, tryna find out who the littest
Bad bitches shakin' ass, I'm tryna see who the thickest
Had a 30 on us each, when we pulled the lamb up
Playin' cunning with the hams, how I got the bag up
This a whole new game, really on the last of em
I was just in last place, I'm bout to do the pass up
All these flavors in the wood, we bout to do the mash up
All these haters, but it's good, that mean we work our ass off
Lil' bitch lookin' good, I'm bout to fuck her lash off
Drive her straight back to her hood, skirt
Do the scratch off
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Writer(s): Patrick Harrison
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