Lyrics

When I hop up on the track all they say is "oh no" Please don't make me do it to em no more I only drop fire cuz the world is so cold Living got me tired and the holy lord know But I ain't really trippin if I never go gold The hustle never stop mufuckas don't know Grindin on the beats and I been workin those flows When she hear me on the track shawty go low So I ain't ever trippin on the drama no more The homies always switchin up a lot it's no joke My only fuckin Mission is the commas those o's The talkin I don't listen to it I just blow smoke But never get it twisted I ain't bout to go slow And I don't need a clique I'd rather do it solo I ain't the one to go against or try to provoke I'm bout to run you over man I'm bout go rogue All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me I done told ya can't nobody try to do it like me Puffin sour diesel on em where I might be I said to grind a zip let's get lit and light trees If we talkin bout the bread we stackin paper likely You ain't gotta take it easy when you go ignite keef The producers like, "Salute what it do my chief" I don't hop up on the beat unless it's dirty Grimey The rims been spinnin bling stay shining We the stars ova hurr hurry up and sign me Can't nobody step to me when it come to rhyme schemes Ain't wanna try wit me can't nobody try me Keep it steady mobbing tic toc the timepiece Been steady chasin paper you know where to find me When the tough get goin I don't be like why me All the homies in the hood like what it is my G It cost to be the boss yeah me life be pricey All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me A lot of suckas think I need em but I really just don't Naw fuck em thought that we was all cool but just no I said it from the jump I'd rather do it alone The only bros I need is dead presidents bro Y'all be stayin gassed even tho your tank is on low And if you thought I needed you then you a dunce bro Y'all actin too lame say I be on one no I be chillin in the studio just sippin Dutch bro's It's funny how these bitches think I want em fuck no I's a Buddhist monk what I wanna another slut for They showin all they crack and got me crackin up bro Half the bitches think I want em really look like bum hoes Fuckin crusty ass men and women doing the most They ain't ever did shit except stay in one coast So toast to all the bosses on the hustle fa sho Let's work and party hard it's time to fuckin cut throats All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me All the ladies say, "Yeah" for me Move around and just dance for me
Writer(s): Erik Ochoa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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