how you know them?
Here we go, here we go
Look
Walk around with couple K's like I'm the dopeman
(Dopeboy, dope tags)
Pretty bitch said she know the gang, how you know them?
Look
Really ain't no timeouts until your time's up
Man get out the kitchen, let me cook some, let me fry it up
Say some dumb shit, you get piled up
All that talking 'bout nothing, that get me riled up
Yeah, whole gang talkin' bout chicken
Leave that bitch inside your crib
And now there's somethin' gone missing, what?
What you expect?
Same bitch on my line and I knew not to hit her back
See you on some fuck shit, then I'm never comin' back
When I wake up, raise the books and pay the bond
Fuck the sun, I think we tryna hit the stars
Put a dozen in they bag, ain't ask for nothing back
I built payrolls, most this money go back in that bag
You ain't never said no thanks like bro what's up with that?
Make them tie their loose ends, they doin' jumping jacks
If I take another, I might have a heart attack
Really ain't no timeouts until your time's up
Man get out the kitchen, let me cook some, let me fry it up
Say some dumb shit, you get piled up
All that talking 'bout nothing, that get me riled up
Riding 'round with something that count as a felony
Keep composure if they see us, please don't let them see it
I'm been focused on consistency
Pretty women hit my DMs, I can't let 'em be (shit)
He got two racks cash up in the shoebox
Tryna fuck his hoe and now she tryna fuck the crew now
I can't make her feel nothin' but know that juice hot
Heard she get down like how it come, I heard she move hot
Yea
You got 5? I'll make it 20, let me see that
This a bad ass lil' bitch, she need a ski mask
I ain't never seen none like this
Crazy lil' bitch, she knowing how to play the tight end
That bitch know how to play her cards
Really ain't no timeouts until your time's up
Man get out the kitchen, let me cook some, let me fry it up
Say some dumb shit, you get piled up
All that talking 'bout nothing, that get me riled up
Really ain't no timeouts until your time's up
Man get out the kitchen, let me cook some, let me fry it up
Say some dumb shit, you get piled up
All that talking 'bout nothing, that get me riled up
Look
Walk around with couple K's like I'm the dopeman
(Dopeboy, dope tags)
Pretty bitch said she know the gang, how you know them?
Look
Really ain't no timeouts until your time's up
Man get out the kitchen, let me cook some, let me fry it up
Say some dumb shit, you get piled up
All that talking 'bout nothing, that get me riled up
Yeah, whole gang talkin' bout chicken
Leave that bitch inside your crib
And now there's somethin' gone missing, what?
What you expect?
Same bitch on my line and I knew not to hit her back
See you on some fuck shit, then I'm never comin' back
When I wake up, raise the books and pay the bond
Fuck the sun, I think we tryna hit the stars
Put a dozen in they bag, ain't ask for nothing back
I built payrolls, most this money go back in that bag
You ain't never said no thanks like bro what's up with that?
Make them tie their loose ends, they doin' jumping jacks
If I take another, I might have a heart attack
Really ain't no timeouts until your time's up
Man get out the kitchen, let me cook some, let me fry it up
Say some dumb shit, you get piled up
All that talking 'bout nothing, that get me riled up
Riding 'round with something that count as a felony
Keep composure if they see us, please don't let them see it
I'm been focused on consistency
Pretty women hit my DMs, I can't let 'em be (shit)
He got two racks cash up in the shoebox
Tryna fuck his hoe and now she tryna fuck the crew now
I can't make her feel nothin' but know that juice hot
Heard she get down like how it come, I heard she move hot
Yea
You got 5? I'll make it 20, let me see that
This a bad ass lil' bitch, she need a ski mask
I ain't never seen none like this
Crazy lil' bitch, she knowing how to play the tight end
That bitch know how to play her cards
Really ain't no timeouts until your time's up
Man get out the kitchen, let me cook some, let me fry it up
Say some dumb shit, you get piled up
All that talking 'bout nothing, that get me riled up
Really ain't no timeouts until your time's up
Man get out the kitchen, let me cook some, let me fry it up
Say some dumb shit, you get piled up
All that talking 'bout nothing, that get me riled up
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