Lyrics

You ain't gotta know me to know what i'm on If my man's get dropped i ain't gone drop a song I'm tryna rap some shit up Somebody gotta go Bitch behind stamp you ah get left whether it's right or wrong Ten toes i ain't foldin on the camp that's what you gotta know I got my pole i ain't worried if you gotta bro Niggas buying poles just to pose what you got em for? I be wit them sinners on the block we ain't tryna post Niggas hip i step wit the apes round this bitch we dont duck shit That sound like some dumb shit we wit all the dumb shit Get a nigga flexed put a stop to allat tough shit Bro ah split shit with the chop he don't cut shit Pops died feel like i ain't give a fuck since Ironic them steppers be the niggas that i run wit Bitch ran through you tryna liquor on some drunk shit Pole like a uniform shirt cause it's tucked in Niggas really lost i be wit shooters we don't dunk shit Know some niggas that ah hit the road but don't punch shit Niggas clickin up i ah shoot it till the gun click We ah leave you wit a toe tag get you touched quick Shit different niggas really cappin for a image Pullin lame shit for cool points i ah never get it Everybody tryna move the same i can't tell the difference No tail tuckin can't kick it if you ont stand on business Ain't no too many vacations so we ain't ever trippin Re ah put ah nigga on the news if he want recognition Nigga we ain't part of paparazzi if we get to flickin Bro got tools for the drills we ain't wit the fixin No cap i gotta play it safe i never play the victim Gang in it for a couple reasons and it ain't attention Tens toes down every second i can't wait a minute MIA and stamp pay respect or we gone pay a visit North where we came up Acting like yo head gone get yo brain bussed Ain't gotta ask what time i'm on, im on the same one Niggas knowin what it is you can play dumb I'm just tryna get some money Gang tryna get some money Gang tryna get some money
Writer(s): Mia Ghost Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out