I Like Yo Music
Let me tell you how it go for real I'm with all the smoke for real
I got hella hoochies and my redbone never choke for real
Tat me so I know it's real I'm saint so all I know is real
If you ain't got no munyun then you dunyun I need cho for real
Beatin' up that road for real got act, don't need no scope for real
Hear gunshots down the street, this nigga play say bring it on for real
Saint mode really dumb as fuck I'm outside with a drum, what up
Go 40, 40, 50, yeah, lil' snake got bout a hunnid plus
Y'all youngins weak as fuck, yeah, I got faith in mine, lil' bitch
Tell them niggas drop they nuts, go ahead and slang that iron, lil' bitch
Hoochie play me cause I'm skinny till I get behind, lil' bitch
You ain't Saint Crip, B.B.G., or fuckin' slime, lil' bitch
Stop that actin' like you with it, I got smoke so come on with it
We can go a band for band, or shot for shot, no, I ain't trippin
We both bleed but I got way more act than you and that's the difference
Accuracy with shootin' guns, precision plays on bum-ass niggas
I ain't fuckin' with them niggas over there, I know they hatin
Made this song on July 4th, I need them booms to motivate me
Niggas never shoot they guns, they had me runnin' out of patience
Love lil' folks, he broke the code, we gotta treat him like we hate him
How it go its repercussions, loose shit, we can't condone
Told my bitch I'm headed home after I bust a nigga dome
I'm tryna do you somethin', if I ain't talkin', best to leave me alone
And don't think I won't get with you just because I play your songs, yeah
I like your music, huh, we still gon' do it
I ain't workin' shootin' videos, I'm probably really shootin', yeah
I like your music, huh, we still gon' do it
Was gon' take her off the bench until this bum bitch really blew it
I ain't trippin' off no features, I ain't out attention seekin
Doin' business with top dogs, call your unc so I can meet him
Always had joebutta grab me, cause I know that he'll leave you
Get out my face before I do you somethin', I'm saint it ain't no secret
Dumass nigga, how it go for real, I'm with all the smoke for real
I got hella hoochies and my redbone never choke for real
Tat me so I know it's real, I'm saint' so all I know is real
If you ain't got no munyun then you dunyun, I need cho for real
Yeah, them niggas sick, check the sco for real
Yeah, niggas know for real
Yeah, niggas know for real
I got hella hoochies and my redbone never choke for real
Tat me so I know it's real I'm saint so all I know is real
If you ain't got no munyun then you dunyun I need cho for real
Beatin' up that road for real got act, don't need no scope for real
Hear gunshots down the street, this nigga play say bring it on for real
Saint mode really dumb as fuck I'm outside with a drum, what up
Go 40, 40, 50, yeah, lil' snake got bout a hunnid plus
Y'all youngins weak as fuck, yeah, I got faith in mine, lil' bitch
Tell them niggas drop they nuts, go ahead and slang that iron, lil' bitch
Hoochie play me cause I'm skinny till I get behind, lil' bitch
You ain't Saint Crip, B.B.G., or fuckin' slime, lil' bitch
Stop that actin' like you with it, I got smoke so come on with it
We can go a band for band, or shot for shot, no, I ain't trippin
We both bleed but I got way more act than you and that's the difference
Accuracy with shootin' guns, precision plays on bum-ass niggas
I ain't fuckin' with them niggas over there, I know they hatin
Made this song on July 4th, I need them booms to motivate me
Niggas never shoot they guns, they had me runnin' out of patience
Love lil' folks, he broke the code, we gotta treat him like we hate him
How it go its repercussions, loose shit, we can't condone
Told my bitch I'm headed home after I bust a nigga dome
I'm tryna do you somethin', if I ain't talkin', best to leave me alone
And don't think I won't get with you just because I play your songs, yeah
I like your music, huh, we still gon' do it
I ain't workin' shootin' videos, I'm probably really shootin', yeah
I like your music, huh, we still gon' do it
Was gon' take her off the bench until this bum bitch really blew it
I ain't trippin' off no features, I ain't out attention seekin
Doin' business with top dogs, call your unc so I can meet him
Always had joebutta grab me, cause I know that he'll leave you
Get out my face before I do you somethin', I'm saint it ain't no secret
Dumass nigga, how it go for real, I'm with all the smoke for real
I got hella hoochies and my redbone never choke for real
Tat me so I know it's real, I'm saint' so all I know is real
If you ain't got no munyun then you dunyun, I need cho for real
Yeah, them niggas sick, check the sco for real
Yeah, niggas know for real
Yeah, niggas know for real
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Writer(s): Official Tolo
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