Lyrics
Let's give them four minuet's of fire
It's about time them nigga's die
Im too real ask if I fucked your bitch I promise I won't lie
Say she love me then she hate me
Told the bitch like pick a side
Indecisive with my hoe's think I want Kayla
No never mind that goofy bitch gone waste my time
If I want to fuck I don't wait in a line
I wear designer ain't waiting in line
If I want the hoe then I'm making her mine
Close her eyes when she talk to me
Because she hate to see me lie
Don't call me twin if you ain't with me
I been clicked up with my guys come on
Aye Flame where the fuck you at?
Here I come
Aye, laying out of town to blick
Say it ain't tricking if you got it
Might spend a bag on a bitch
I can go drop me a watch
But I want it to me a wrist
Fuck it, I'm trying to get rich
Like fuck it I'm taking a risk
I keep a mask still jacking
Now I'm just chilling out rapping
I can not help that I'm savage
Keep the tool for the static
Bitch I ain't going
You can call me mr never having it
Trees that I'm blowing I got them from bro in the trap
They serving them baggages
Hot Hot
It's hot I forgot I'm wit flame
Aye I shoot a switch without aim
Bitch come here
I'm icing your bitch with no chain
I shot him I'm hearing his pain
Icy nigga I'm like flame get his chain
Like shit my fault I done went for his brain
I'm like no nigga this was just a little stain
Man what he started to reach so I banged
Still on the same thing
I'm with the same gang
See Doe gave me a chain
Still trying snatch one dang
Dang nigga
Still trying snatch one dang
Me and bro we hit the road just to go pick a bag up
Antisocial don't get close pussy nigga bag up
Know that bitch she out here lying if she said she had us
I've been running up these pros till that little shit add up
Me and we like the same bitches
Shit we hit the same hoes nigga we aint change
Same nigga we just change clothes
Can't be fucked with they with us that's how the game go
Roll a three-five of that Za smoke till the pain gone
My nigga hitting plays off that dog fluffy frenchie
You a clown ass nigga he think he wise call him Penny
Oh you say you got a plug, I bet a thousand he can't fuck with me
Having motion with this shit shit I been
Bro pulled up on bullshit, lay a bitch down like a durag
Wake up pop a pill, cause if I don't it make my mood bad
Fuck her in designer too aggressive with my rhude ass
Don't make it to the top and turn around like where my crew at
He beef on the internet informant we don't do that
Don't care if this your bitch ain't ducking pussy I'm a screw that
Heard some pussy niggas want my top, so push the roof back
Perky 10 10 for the win I'm throwing two back
If your bitch out with gang I hope you know she getting fucked
My old bitch keep on calling, tell that hoe you out of luck
If she a little pretty neat hoe I might just fuck
I got some little trench work they still fucking for the buck
Street nigga treat a bad bitch like a slut
My gun a quick comer all this bitch know is bust
Shoot first, pass second, bitch, I'm clutch
Was 50 shot, but I just stuffed it with some nut's
Fuck your clique knock him down with this drizzy
Hit her off a Perc I beat it down, shit, I get busy
White bitch on her knees and I'm like, whoa, shit, Vicky
I want Carisha, please, I ain't worried about no Diddy
I want a pretty black bitch, ain't worried about no Sidney
And bro a face the pint, he ain't worried about no kidney
I got two FN's but ain't no fuck niggas with me
Outside with the baddest bitches when I pop out in my city
Writer(s): Atm Jayy
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