2012
Niggas mad at me, uh, fuck em, uh I been countin' hunnid after hunnid after hunnid
Uh Told me that she love me, I don't love her, it's nothin', uh Smack her on her ass, I grab her throat while she Comin', uh, uh, uh
Fish scale, double cup, this shit not for sale Think bitch, make her wait her turn, now she mad as hell
Come on, I'ma cut it off, and you can't talk to me I block the bitch, tell her little bitch that she need time to think
Hit her from the back, I swear to God, that's a sight to see Easter pink, you don't know the bitch, so you Wouldn't even see
She think it's hell, bitch, you hit my block, I might have shit for sale 2012, I was 16 when I cut my for sale
I might hit your lil' bitch, don't call my phone, cause I can't kiss her tail Talkin' to the devil in the mail when I Look in the mirror
Bitch, I been on my grind, you can't tell that I been on the rail You look stale, diamonds lookin' fishy, like you Jumped in a well, uh, yeah
Pour the potty, pockets lookin' snotty, uh, uh Shit hang out my pocket, this shit lookin' sloppy, uh, uh
Make her call me poppy while I stand behind it It's a bomb in this bitch, fool, you fuckin' right
Nigga, I'm comin' out
Uh Told me that she love me, I don't love her, it's nothin', uh Smack her on her ass, I grab her throat while she Comin', uh, uh, uh
Fish scale, double cup, this shit not for sale Think bitch, make her wait her turn, now she mad as hell
Come on, I'ma cut it off, and you can't talk to me I block the bitch, tell her little bitch that she need time to think
Hit her from the back, I swear to God, that's a sight to see Easter pink, you don't know the bitch, so you Wouldn't even see
She think it's hell, bitch, you hit my block, I might have shit for sale 2012, I was 16 when I cut my for sale
I might hit your lil' bitch, don't call my phone, cause I can't kiss her tail Talkin' to the devil in the mail when I Look in the mirror
Bitch, I been on my grind, you can't tell that I been on the rail You look stale, diamonds lookin' fishy, like you Jumped in a well, uh, yeah
Pour the potty, pockets lookin' snotty, uh, uh Shit hang out my pocket, this shit lookin' sloppy, uh, uh
Make her call me poppy while I stand behind it It's a bomb in this bitch, fool, you fuckin' right
Nigga, I'm comin' out
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Writer(s): Cedric Chatmon
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