Outro (feat. Big Rell)
Hmm, I already bet, yeah these niggas hoes, bitch I'm a vet
Tell that bitch to touch her toes cause I'm tryna have sex
Where the bitches playin' with they nose, I'm tryna put somethin' in it
I'm not the type to rap beef, I ain't Drake nor Kendrick
Nigga make a diss song, we gon' pull up, yeah, I ain't gon' say too much
You grown as fuck with no paint, boy you play too much
You better be the block down, it's a lot around
You can't even go and get a job, workin' with a smile
I'm the type to bust a jug, quick two,000
I'm the type to have your bitch smile
Bitch, I'm good in the hood, had them schoolers come and hit somethin
But I been really standin' out the way
Fuckers on my pack, tryna elevate
I know in my soul I'm bestin' for greatness
I'ma get the gold, then go exchange
Swift round this bitch sharper than a razor
I told my momma I'ma make somethin' dope
But I ain't gon' sell my soul
But I'ma probably sell myself for my peoples in the long run
Don't be askin' if I'm rich and it ain't my name
All my brothers got wealth, it's a part of the gang
Bitch, you steady gettin' off, but I don't do that
Let a nigga move around, he goin' through that
Why you goin' against the grain, can't change position
Got one hand on the cane, now, bitch, I'm pimpin
Want a penny out of me, man these hoes ridiculous
Still gon' put this dick to her, right after I'm dippin
What's that word unkie
I'm in the zone with it
Heard dawgy tryna get the ups, well, it's on, nigga
His bitch with him, don't be sick, she gon' be gone with him
Like the blood in me everywhere, I go blood with him
They in that house boogie, man, bringin' the slaughter in
You slide once, you guarantee never to slide again
This shit, I'm flyin' and we is, not lettin' the pilot in
You don't live in the trenches, you just visitin
Like TeeJay said, got a trick for that
Heard dawgy speakin' on my name, hit his bitch for that
We get to shredding through yo crib, bought sticks for that
We know exactly where you live, thank yo bitch for that
If it's evident, we won't leave no evidence
Get a brick, dance on it, then I'm sellin' it
She said, I'm really gettin' off, who you tellin, bitch
I don't fuck around with dog, heard he tellin' bitch
Tell that bitch to touch her toes cause I'm tryna have sex
Where the bitches playin' with they nose, I'm tryna put somethin' in it
I'm not the type to rap beef, I ain't Drake nor Kendrick
Nigga make a diss song, we gon' pull up, yeah, I ain't gon' say too much
You grown as fuck with no paint, boy you play too much
You better be the block down, it's a lot around
You can't even go and get a job, workin' with a smile
I'm the type to bust a jug, quick two,000
I'm the type to have your bitch smile
Bitch, I'm good in the hood, had them schoolers come and hit somethin
But I been really standin' out the way
Fuckers on my pack, tryna elevate
I know in my soul I'm bestin' for greatness
I'ma get the gold, then go exchange
Swift round this bitch sharper than a razor
I told my momma I'ma make somethin' dope
But I ain't gon' sell my soul
But I'ma probably sell myself for my peoples in the long run
Don't be askin' if I'm rich and it ain't my name
All my brothers got wealth, it's a part of the gang
Bitch, you steady gettin' off, but I don't do that
Let a nigga move around, he goin' through that
Why you goin' against the grain, can't change position
Got one hand on the cane, now, bitch, I'm pimpin
Want a penny out of me, man these hoes ridiculous
Still gon' put this dick to her, right after I'm dippin
What's that word unkie
I'm in the zone with it
Heard dawgy tryna get the ups, well, it's on, nigga
His bitch with him, don't be sick, she gon' be gone with him
Like the blood in me everywhere, I go blood with him
They in that house boogie, man, bringin' the slaughter in
You slide once, you guarantee never to slide again
This shit, I'm flyin' and we is, not lettin' the pilot in
You don't live in the trenches, you just visitin
Like TeeJay said, got a trick for that
Heard dawgy speakin' on my name, hit his bitch for that
We get to shredding through yo crib, bought sticks for that
We know exactly where you live, thank yo bitch for that
If it's evident, we won't leave no evidence
Get a brick, dance on it, then I'm sellin' it
She said, I'm really gettin' off, who you tellin, bitch
I don't fuck around with dog, heard he tellin' bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Deekay Rich, Big Rell
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