Top Songs By Tony Shhnow
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carrington Wilson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, hello
Gimme' that
I'm talking to some money right now
Chicken talk
I woke up hearing voices telling me to ball, so my foreign came with Forgi's
My partner told me the block on fire so we keep buying torches
What you worried for? Man you know you can't afford this
I just cut my bitch off and I went and got a better bitch
I just cut the roof and now it ride like a better whip
Strawberry red beam, my shooters ride with banana clips
Got more money than your daddy, shitting on your has-been, oops I meant your husband
I don't want your hoe unless that hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in the grave with hundreds, I count til' the world end
Find me in the chicken room, I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely then a brick might talk
Extendo on my pistol, on the bottom got a rubber band
He said he gon' fire us up, we go and move him with the fan
Didn't perform at Rolling Loud but I go stupid with them bands
I got numbers like the weatherman
You know we play it dirty, competition we gon' bury them
My Glock cocky and this AR is so arrogant
My wrist rocky, that bitch spinning like a ferris wheel
My form fantastic, your boyfriend his jumper terrible
Plenty racks, I'm having several
I don't want your hoe unless that hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in the grave with hundreds, I count til' the world end
Find me in the chicken room, I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely then a brick might talk
I don't want your hoe unless that hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in the grave with hundreds, I count til' the world end
Find me in the chicken room, I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely then a brick might talk
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