Hear Em' Talkin
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
Game off in that crate
Fresh off of that stove
Talking about that bank
Get it on that roll
Ground order my drink
Sit back I'm low
In case they ain't heard
Tell them niggas we own
Coca cola mixing boy whip creaming
Your bitch on my line she think a nigga dreaming
Boy my money growing all your digits free me
White buddy benz but the tire skinny
Money bustin out east side
Couple homies screaming east side
All them off schools we hot
All them foreign cars we drive
Shawty soak me up like that mop
All this money got me pumped
I'm talking about reebok
She be going down I be yellin timber
Come on one by no money than I don't remember
Fresh up on the jet now I'm sinister
Fake case white sands but my linen bad
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
Game off in that crate
Fresh off of that stove
Talking about that bank
Get it on that roll
Ground order my drink
Sit back I'm low
In case they ain't heard
Tell them niggas we own
I put on for my city did it for my dawgs
They ain't never coming back that's behind the wall
Crack the dutch roll somethin for a player
At the top it's just us motherfuck a hater
Diamonds blu ray, stones HD
Been through hell and back how could you hate me
Purple in my cup bitch I'm poured up
Got my feet well planted bet I won't budge
Different color bands all around the kitty
Went from cellblock 4 now I'm next to Diddy
Trip get off my line if you ain't talking money
Keepin hard ass niggas you can't get funny
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
Game off in that crate
Fresh off of that stove
Talking about that bank
Get it on that roll
Ground order my drink
Sit back I'm low
In case they ain't heard
Tell them niggas we own
I heard them niggas talking but can't seem to hear
Money on my mind nigga got tunnel vision
Broke nigga nah, I don't fit the description
Coke boy flip go and get with 'em
Swerving off in that thang
Champagne for the pain
Move a whole bunch of cocaine nigga
Rice carving that game nigga
I don't know what you claim
But I rep mine to the deaf
Plus I'm a coke boy nigga
Go and show some respect
You worry about what we doin and why we keep it movin
Ain't no room for losing homie we improving
My presence felt, it got your woman choosin
'Cause she addicted to winners that's what I'm doin
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
Game off in that crate
Fresh off of that stove
Talking about that bank
Get it on that roll
Ground order my drink
Sit back I'm low
In case they ain't heard
Tell them niggas we
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
Game off in that crate
Fresh off of that stove
Talking about that bank
Get it on that roll
Ground order my drink
Sit back I'm low
In case they ain't heard
Tell them niggas we own
Coca cola mixing boy whip creaming
Your bitch on my line she think a nigga dreaming
Boy my money growing all your digits free me
White buddy benz but the tire skinny
Money bustin out east side
Couple homies screaming east side
All them off schools we hot
All them foreign cars we drive
Shawty soak me up like that mop
All this money got me pumped
I'm talking about reebok
She be going down I be yellin timber
Come on one by no money than I don't remember
Fresh up on the jet now I'm sinister
Fake case white sands but my linen bad
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
Game off in that crate
Fresh off of that stove
Talking about that bank
Get it on that roll
Ground order my drink
Sit back I'm low
In case they ain't heard
Tell them niggas we own
I put on for my city did it for my dawgs
They ain't never coming back that's behind the wall
Crack the dutch roll somethin for a player
At the top it's just us motherfuck a hater
Diamonds blu ray, stones HD
Been through hell and back how could you hate me
Purple in my cup bitch I'm poured up
Got my feet well planted bet I won't budge
Different color bands all around the kitty
Went from cellblock 4 now I'm next to Diddy
Trip get off my line if you ain't talking money
Keepin hard ass niggas you can't get funny
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
Game off in that crate
Fresh off of that stove
Talking about that bank
Get it on that roll
Ground order my drink
Sit back I'm low
In case they ain't heard
Tell them niggas we own
I heard them niggas talking but can't seem to hear
Money on my mind nigga got tunnel vision
Broke nigga nah, I don't fit the description
Coke boy flip go and get with 'em
Swerving off in that thang
Champagne for the pain
Move a whole bunch of cocaine nigga
Rice carving that game nigga
I don't know what you claim
But I rep mine to the deaf
Plus I'm a coke boy nigga
Go and show some respect
You worry about what we doin and why we keep it movin
Ain't no room for losing homie we improving
My presence felt, it got your woman choosin
'Cause she addicted to winners that's what I'm doin
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
I hear these niggas talk
But I don't hear 'em
Hoe get off my line
Hold up we sippin'
Bad bitch I'm pimpin
Got this shit rap
You can say I'm gifted
Game off in that crate
Fresh off of that stove
Talking about that bank
Get it on that roll
Ground order my drink
Sit back I'm low
In case they ain't heard
Tell them niggas we
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Sarah Abiona Johnson, Lionel Du Fon Pickens
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