MITCHELL & NESS (feat. d-dawg)
I walked in this bitch geeked I ain't tryna join your sesh
You can run up on me, gun up on me, I can't go for that
Only hit that bitch once, why the fuck she so
obsessed?
I been lookin' for a new hat, like Mitchell and Ness He won't never get his boo back treat that bitch just like my pet
Damn near overdosed last night that's why I ain't answer your texts
She a nat, but she bad, this bitch getting to my head
I got cash, racks, stacks, I been gettin to that check She got ass, throw it back, all natural that bitch blessed
I don't know if that bitch riding finna put her to the test
I'm the king of the dead, I just popped a triple X
If I pop this pill I'll be geekin' up til next week
I been runnin' away from that bitch love she tryna catch me
As soon as I get her, I'ma hit her with that technique Texas de Brazil, all you can eat, I'm like Check Please
Ooh, I'm like Check Please, I'm snipin' like I'm Wesley
Pussy ass niggas better not run up, come on, test me
Your favorite bitch up in my phone, you know she like to text me
I got her in the Jimmy Choos, you know she tryna sex me
Yall bark, don't bite, y'all bitch niggas don't want fight
I pull up with that gun, I break bricks down with that knife
That's street work it be real, I just had to earn my stripes
I got your bitch over here, yeah, you know she spend the night
She gon' suck, she gon' swallow, so you know I give a pipe
Off the Henny, off the pills yeah, you know she off the coke
I got that real pink shit, that'll make a nigga float
I ain't mailin' up the shit, cause that shit come off the boat
Me and Twizzy at the top, and y'all gon' call us some goats
I just walked in with that 40, had it hidden in my coat
You would think I'm signed with concrete way I put her on a boat
Phone full of bad bitches, but I'm lookin' for some more
Ooh, these hoes love me just like Sosa
Nigga lookin' hard in this bitch, bet he gon' die
Feel like Spida Mitchell, bitch, I walk around with the .45
I'm a real nigga, I won't ride the fence, can't play both sides
I walk in this bitch geeked, I ain't tryna join your sesh
You can run up on me, gun up on me, I can't go for that
Only hit that bitch once, why the fuck she so obsessed?
You can run up on me, gun up on me, I can't go for that
Only hit that bitch once, why the fuck she so
obsessed?
I been lookin' for a new hat, like Mitchell and Ness He won't never get his boo back treat that bitch just like my pet
Damn near overdosed last night that's why I ain't answer your texts
She a nat, but she bad, this bitch getting to my head
I got cash, racks, stacks, I been gettin to that check She got ass, throw it back, all natural that bitch blessed
I don't know if that bitch riding finna put her to the test
I'm the king of the dead, I just popped a triple X
If I pop this pill I'll be geekin' up til next week
I been runnin' away from that bitch love she tryna catch me
As soon as I get her, I'ma hit her with that technique Texas de Brazil, all you can eat, I'm like Check Please
Ooh, I'm like Check Please, I'm snipin' like I'm Wesley
Pussy ass niggas better not run up, come on, test me
Your favorite bitch up in my phone, you know she like to text me
I got her in the Jimmy Choos, you know she tryna sex me
Yall bark, don't bite, y'all bitch niggas don't want fight
I pull up with that gun, I break bricks down with that knife
That's street work it be real, I just had to earn my stripes
I got your bitch over here, yeah, you know she spend the night
She gon' suck, she gon' swallow, so you know I give a pipe
Off the Henny, off the pills yeah, you know she off the coke
I got that real pink shit, that'll make a nigga float
I ain't mailin' up the shit, cause that shit come off the boat
Me and Twizzy at the top, and y'all gon' call us some goats
I just walked in with that 40, had it hidden in my coat
You would think I'm signed with concrete way I put her on a boat
Phone full of bad bitches, but I'm lookin' for some more
Ooh, these hoes love me just like Sosa
Nigga lookin' hard in this bitch, bet he gon' die
Feel like Spida Mitchell, bitch, I walk around with the .45
I'm a real nigga, I won't ride the fence, can't play both sides
I walk in this bitch geeked, I ain't tryna join your sesh
You can run up on me, gun up on me, I can't go for that
Only hit that bitch once, why the fuck she so obsessed?
Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Dangerfield
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