Now They Gotta
Yeah, uh, yeah uh, ha ha ha ha, whoa
It ain't gon' be what you thought, and it ain't gon' be what you want
Yeah, my brother soul was lost, and it ain't gonna be forgot
I been out here spittin' fire like some nas out the exhaust
And my team, we got more sticks than like a team that play lacrosse
Yeah, gleamin' out this bitch, my pinky ring it topped with frost
Yeah, schemin' out this bitch, I got the plan like Steven Jobs
Yeah, that apple bottom bitch been bitin' on me like all evening
You know I had to steal her like I'm fuckin' Patrick Peterson, I
Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)
We gon' spin the block until some ma' fuckas die (oh)
Yeah, I got some money and they wanted me to die (oh)
Now they gotta die, now they got, uh, uh, uh (haha)
Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)
We gon' spin the block until some ma' fuckas die (oh)
Yeah, I got some money and they wanted me to die (oh)
Now they gotta die, now they got, uh, uh, uh (haha)
Lil' shorty, I'll tell you what
You want me to buy your butt, I get to sell your butt
You know that I'm playin', baby, but I can't buy you none
Shorty rockin' Von Dutch, got her whole arm done
Ever since I dropped been eatin' like I'm Action Bronson
Put some cheese on a op's head like it's fuckin' Wisconsin
Flick 'em like a option, flick 'em like a fly
I fuck bitches in a mansion, I think it's cause I'm fly
Yeah, I'm in it for the prize
If I win it, then I keep it
Get these bitches, give me top, and then I spin it, and I hit it
I'm like, hold on, hold on, hold on
Y'all not livin' how I'm livin
Your mind in a mental prison, and your sins ain't been forgiven, uh
Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)
We gon' spin the block until some ma' fuckas die (oh)
Yeah, I got some money and they wanted me to die (oh)
Now they gotta die, now they got, uh, uh, uh (haha)
Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)
We gon' spin the block until some ma' fuckas die (oh)
Yeah, I got some money and they wanted me to die (oh)
Now they gotta die, now they got, uh, uh, uh (haha)
(Bend on 'em)
(Bend on 'em)
It ain't gon' be what you thought, and it ain't gon' be what you want
Yeah, my brother soul was lost, and it ain't gonna be forgot
I been out here spittin' fire like some nas out the exhaust
And my team, we got more sticks than like a team that play lacrosse
Yeah, gleamin' out this bitch, my pinky ring it topped with frost
Yeah, schemin' out this bitch, I got the plan like Steven Jobs
Yeah, that apple bottom bitch been bitin' on me like all evening
You know I had to steal her like I'm fuckin' Patrick Peterson, I
Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)
We gon' spin the block until some ma' fuckas die (oh)
Yeah, I got some money and they wanted me to die (oh)
Now they gotta die, now they got, uh, uh, uh (haha)
Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)
We gon' spin the block until some ma' fuckas die (oh)
Yeah, I got some money and they wanted me to die (oh)
Now they gotta die, now they got, uh, uh, uh (haha)
Lil' shorty, I'll tell you what
You want me to buy your butt, I get to sell your butt
You know that I'm playin', baby, but I can't buy you none
Shorty rockin' Von Dutch, got her whole arm done
Ever since I dropped been eatin' like I'm Action Bronson
Put some cheese on a op's head like it's fuckin' Wisconsin
Flick 'em like a option, flick 'em like a fly
I fuck bitches in a mansion, I think it's cause I'm fly
Yeah, I'm in it for the prize
If I win it, then I keep it
Get these bitches, give me top, and then I spin it, and I hit it
I'm like, hold on, hold on, hold on
Y'all not livin' how I'm livin
Your mind in a mental prison, and your sins ain't been forgiven, uh
Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)
We gon' spin the block until some ma' fuckas die (oh)
Yeah, I got some money and they wanted me to die (oh)
Now they gotta die, now they got, uh, uh, uh (haha)
Bend on 'em, bend on 'em, bend on 'em, fire (fire)
We gon' spin the block until some ma' fuckas die (oh)
Yeah, I got some money and they wanted me to die (oh)
Now they gotta die, now they got, uh, uh, uh (haha)
(Bend on 'em)
(Bend on 'em)
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Condon
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