xXxtortion
StribbOnaBeat
Skrtt
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was way too in love with this money (love with this money)
I was having relationships (relationships)
Mr. stay on his business (stay on his business)
Mr. I want a draco for Christmas (for Christmas)
Mr. shoot with the quickness (pow pow)
With my boosters
Step on these niggas and bitches (stepped on)
Missed by a couple of inches (a couple)
I said, "watchu want bitch"
Said she wanted some inches
If you owe me I need that with interest (clear, uh)
Back to back Maybach to Benzs
Pack to pack
Back to back
Nigga we blitzin' (glapow)
Said, "it was dangerous"
You didn't listen (listen)
Lookin' for me
I be back in the kitchen
Skrt
Yeah, they said niggas snitchin' (huh)
Niggas bitchin' (okay)
Niggas still wishin' that I was quittin'
I don't rap this shit
I don't need Quentin
Get in the endzone
Nigga we inchin'
I wanna shoot it, i'm itchin'
Nigga my palms still itchin'
My wrists still glisten
I gotta bad bitch that listen
Big 30 steppin' on all competition
At first this rap shit was a front for me
I was still dumpin' like what niggas want from me?
3 hoes a party
But 2 bitches company
Blue tips keepin' me company
1080 the company
Nigga he said he was slumpin' me
Fuck nigga can't get nun from me
Not even in it, too busy got everyone bumpin' me
In a VIP no bumpin' me
Came in way too deep, it's the company (fo sho)
I told momma them bitches my company
I whoop that ahh with them switches, don't run from me
Bend her back, I told baby don't run from me
Shoot up, they hoppin' us, a.k.a, "jumpin' me"
My bitch said I can't let foenem take the fun from me
Niggas just soaked the shit up they be spongin' me
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3
We was kickin' in doors with exotic beats
She was sophisticated, she too "collegey"
She dun put hot sauce in the Cauli Crunch
Sit out the box office, life a movie
They'll chop a box for me, I'm not moving
I'll knock the socks off em' when I shoot it (socks)
I'll park the G6, you got me booted
You not 1080, one day they're recruitin'
I got the babys, nigga wipe the booty
She walk away, can't help but watch the booty
Tell em' don't play with me, I got the toolie
She wanna lay with me and watch a movie
I put a scope on it, I be zoomin'
I put the soap on it, fo I chew it
The Maybach a big box like a Buick (skrt)
Yeah, my plug is a mexican, Teflon Don
Cartier with the glasses like Jon Jon
C4 the don
And I rock all the don
I'm the president you niggas voted on
Said she celebate sayin, "bitch im comin' on"
He was dragging, and crying, and holding on
And these niggas ain't real, I got folded on
Im a 1 in 1
Want a photo op?
How was you the opps?
If I don't know the opps
He was internet talkin', he type a lot
I go to sleep in your shit like I'm Goldilocks
I go to sleep with the bitch and still hold the glock
How bout you go get the car till I'm home to talk?
Don't ask me shit, you know I want the top
Bitches get jaws locked and scbdkwiyfk
We was vibey and this bitch bipolar
I know the maybach too big for that parkin' spot
Yeah I'ma smoke no cigs
Drink the lean like I cough a lot
Go back and buy the block
She go designer shop
She wearin' Marnie
Ayy double cup Barney
Head in the morning
All these hoes I can start a sorority
Ballin' till we turn 140
That ain't my baby we go skrait to morning
I was too busy flexin' im sorry
They was droppin' them checks tryna forge em'
Me, I was too busy chasin' endorsements
Dealin' with court shit
Open the door by yourself I don't court shit
Police says, "you was tryna report shit"
Baby cuttin' the stick nah that's my reinforcements
1080 you call it extortion 4
Skrtt
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was way too in love with this money (love with this money)
I was having relationships (relationships)
Mr. stay on his business (stay on his business)
Mr. I want a draco for Christmas (for Christmas)
Mr. shoot with the quickness (pow pow)
With my boosters
Step on these niggas and bitches (stepped on)
Missed by a couple of inches (a couple)
I said, "watchu want bitch"
Said she wanted some inches
If you owe me I need that with interest (clear, uh)
Back to back Maybach to Benzs
Pack to pack
Back to back
Nigga we blitzin' (glapow)
Said, "it was dangerous"
You didn't listen (listen)
Lookin' for me
I be back in the kitchen
Skrt
Yeah, they said niggas snitchin' (huh)
Niggas bitchin' (okay)
Niggas still wishin' that I was quittin'
I don't rap this shit
I don't need Quentin
Get in the endzone
Nigga we inchin'
I wanna shoot it, i'm itchin'
Nigga my palms still itchin'
My wrists still glisten
I gotta bad bitch that listen
Big 30 steppin' on all competition
At first this rap shit was a front for me
I was still dumpin' like what niggas want from me?
3 hoes a party
But 2 bitches company
Blue tips keepin' me company
1080 the company
Nigga he said he was slumpin' me
Fuck nigga can't get nun from me
Not even in it, too busy got everyone bumpin' me
In a VIP no bumpin' me
Came in way too deep, it's the company (fo sho)
I told momma them bitches my company
I whoop that ahh with them switches, don't run from me
Bend her back, I told baby don't run from me
Shoot up, they hoppin' us, a.k.a, "jumpin' me"
My bitch said I can't let foenem take the fun from me
Niggas just soaked the shit up they be spongin' me
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3
We was kickin' in doors with exotic beats
She was sophisticated, she too "collegey"
She dun put hot sauce in the Cauli Crunch
Sit out the box office, life a movie
They'll chop a box for me, I'm not moving
I'll knock the socks off em' when I shoot it (socks)
I'll park the G6, you got me booted
You not 1080, one day they're recruitin'
I got the babys, nigga wipe the booty
She walk away, can't help but watch the booty
Tell em' don't play with me, I got the toolie
She wanna lay with me and watch a movie
I put a scope on it, I be zoomin'
I put the soap on it, fo I chew it
The Maybach a big box like a Buick (skrt)
Yeah, my plug is a mexican, Teflon Don
Cartier with the glasses like Jon Jon
C4 the don
And I rock all the don
I'm the president you niggas voted on
Said she celebate sayin, "bitch im comin' on"
He was dragging, and crying, and holding on
And these niggas ain't real, I got folded on
Im a 1 in 1
Want a photo op?
How was you the opps?
If I don't know the opps
He was internet talkin', he type a lot
I go to sleep in your shit like I'm Goldilocks
I go to sleep with the bitch and still hold the glock
How bout you go get the car till I'm home to talk?
Don't ask me shit, you know I want the top
Bitches get jaws locked and scbdkwiyfk
We was vibey and this bitch bipolar
I know the maybach too big for that parkin' spot
Yeah I'ma smoke no cigs
Drink the lean like I cough a lot
Go back and buy the block
She go designer shop
She wearin' Marnie
Ayy double cup Barney
Head in the morning
All these hoes I can start a sorority
Ballin' till we turn 140
That ain't my baby we go skrait to morning
I was too busy flexin' im sorry
They was droppin' them checks tryna forge em'
Me, I was too busy chasin' endorsements
Dealin' with court shit
Open the door by yourself I don't court shit
Police says, "you was tryna report shit"
Baby cuttin' the stick nah that's my reinforcements
1080 you call it extortion 4
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