Yondu
I been getting money with the niggas I was broke with
I don't see another way to go
Why you take advice from a nigga who don't know shit?
High stop fore you go, ay
Babe pulled up with no stomach
God damn bitch, you cold blooded, hey
What that nigga like? Lemme hold something
Don't look my way, I'm road running
Put the chrome to your heart if you cross me
Everything I learned 'bout a bitch momma taught me
Everything I earned from this shit really upped me
If I don't return from the lick, they caught me
Won't say a word cus I can't sing off key
Won't save a bird cus that bitch don't want me
Give her good d-, have her walking round lackey
You caught me
I wake up, count Yondu
Gotta tend to this shit, I'm responsible
If I see you in the spot, I'ma spot you
How you coming up short? You 5'2
I wake up, count Yondu
Heard your new shit dead on a rival
Don't try too hard, I'll try you
How you coming up short? You 5'2
Do whatever you do, don't go travel
Do whatever you do, don't be obtuse
Do whatever you do, know I got you
I'ma count up blue face, count Yondu
It's time to spend a new quip on a neck piece
Got a few loose ends tryna neck me, tempt me
Fully homie, that's Shawn Kemp peace
I'ma squeeze til that motherfucka empty
Benny man pop bands, I float
Got too many options, I gloat
Heard your new drop in, plateau
She gon put me in her top 10, like GOAT
If I-
I'm ahead a block, goin at your mind
Been on your bitch list for a very long time
Can't save a damn thing if you can't save time
If you spill a 40 ounce from a coke 45
I wake up, count Yondu (Ayo)
Gotta tend to this shit, I'm responsible (Ayo)
If I see you in the spot, I'ma spot you (Ayo)
How you coming up short? You 5'2 (Ayo)
I wake up, count Yondu (Woah)
Heard your new shit dead on a rival (Woah)
Don't try too hard, I'll try you (Woah)
How you coming up short? You 5'2 (Ay)
I been getting money with the niggas I was broke with
I don't see another way to go
Why you take advice from a nigga who don't know shit?
High stop fore you go, ay
Babe pulled up with no stomach
God damn bitch, you cold blooded, hey
What that nigga like? Lemme hold something
Don't look my way, I'm road running
I don't see another way to go
Why you take advice from a nigga who don't know shit?
High stop fore you go, ay
Babe pulled up with no stomach
God damn bitch, you cold blooded, hey
What that nigga like? Lemme hold something
Don't look my way, I'm road running
Put the chrome to your heart if you cross me
Everything I learned 'bout a bitch momma taught me
Everything I earned from this shit really upped me
If I don't return from the lick, they caught me
Won't say a word cus I can't sing off key
Won't save a bird cus that bitch don't want me
Give her good d-, have her walking round lackey
You caught me
I wake up, count Yondu
Gotta tend to this shit, I'm responsible
If I see you in the spot, I'ma spot you
How you coming up short? You 5'2
I wake up, count Yondu
Heard your new shit dead on a rival
Don't try too hard, I'll try you
How you coming up short? You 5'2
Do whatever you do, don't go travel
Do whatever you do, don't be obtuse
Do whatever you do, know I got you
I'ma count up blue face, count Yondu
It's time to spend a new quip on a neck piece
Got a few loose ends tryna neck me, tempt me
Fully homie, that's Shawn Kemp peace
I'ma squeeze til that motherfucka empty
Benny man pop bands, I float
Got too many options, I gloat
Heard your new drop in, plateau
She gon put me in her top 10, like GOAT
If I-
I'm ahead a block, goin at your mind
Been on your bitch list for a very long time
Can't save a damn thing if you can't save time
If you spill a 40 ounce from a coke 45
I wake up, count Yondu (Ayo)
Gotta tend to this shit, I'm responsible (Ayo)
If I see you in the spot, I'ma spot you (Ayo)
How you coming up short? You 5'2 (Ayo)
I wake up, count Yondu (Woah)
Heard your new shit dead on a rival (Woah)
Don't try too hard, I'll try you (Woah)
How you coming up short? You 5'2 (Ay)
I been getting money with the niggas I was broke with
I don't see another way to go
Why you take advice from a nigga who don't know shit?
High stop fore you go, ay
Babe pulled up with no stomach
God damn bitch, you cold blooded, hey
What that nigga like? Lemme hold something
Don't look my way, I'm road running
Credits
Writer(s): Nahree Wages, Ben Reilly, Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon, Juberlee, Koran Riley-colvin Baraka, Leale, Madness, Robert Douglas Mefford
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