Lyrics

(Does he look like a bitch?) I be cookin' shit just like a chef, aye Fuck my life bitch, nigga I'm a mess, aye Already know what the fuck going on with the slits up on my wrist, yuh, aye Watch it fuckin' drip, aye Blood stains all on my sheets Fucking a bitch til a skeet Don't give a fuck about none of these niggas I'm making it bang, they run like a track meet Gotta go get it, you know what the fuck ATF letting that ho, semi bust Niggas they run and they jump and they scatter All of his folk can get plastered Keepin' them guns and my drugs in my mattress Nigga we gon' lay you flat bitch Uh, popping a pill just for the thrill Fuck around, nigga get killed Fuck around nigga get smoked like a motherfucking vapor Like a blunt Don't give a fuck man I'll fuck a bitch, aye, yuh Shawty a slut Fuckin' abroad, then I go camoflauge See how I'm coming off (uh, who?) Watch how you run your mouth, don't wanna fuck around Sit on the fucking couch (uh, you) Aye, not living honest Bitch I'm the prophet, come off hella toxic (yuh, ooh) Check yo ass like a depost They call me the young Davey Crocket, yuh The menace electro, bitch I'm gonna shock 'em She say I'm extendo when I start the rockin' Call me undertaker when I start the droppin' Ball just like the lakers and I'm never stoppin' Fish out of water, these bitches be floppin' Never been taller and I'm never fallin' If I'm a runner, you bitches are crawling Ain't nothing dumber than people who stallin' Too much water, can't turn off the faucet We stacking them dollars but that ain't no profit We putting it back and we watching it rocket The minutes be fat til we're lining our pockets But thats how we make it I'm just being honest If this game is poker and I'm going all in Need me a chauffeur when I go out shoppin' Don't even know her but she keep on callin' Don't even know her but she keep on callin'
Writer(s): Devin Fiveash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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