Lyrics

When I come on, they like who that is? I'm too clever, I'm too savage Feed the broke, 'cause they too sad, bitch Throwin' bullets, we too madden Gettin' high in this new fashion Gettin' high like bitch, who matters? I don't know, you don't know who that is? Who matter? We going up like bitch, who matters? I got my chop and a new letter I got my chop in the blue bag Choppa divide your whole crew right Choppa divide your whole crew right Niggas went up, they ain't do right When we go up, we gon' do right Smoking this Bristol Smoking this Bristol Niggas be cappin', we really be ten toe, really be ten toe He ran out now it's a shit-show, don't get me pissed off Look at the ass and the tits on my bitch though Look at the wrist, uh New, woke up, bitch, everything new Can't go bad like you Workin' all night 'til 'noon I don't roll one, I need two I don't pour one, I need two All of my feelings, I do All of that shit is for you When I come on, they like who that is? I'm too clever, I'm too savage Feed the broke, 'cause they too sad, bitch Throwin' bullets, we too madden Gettin' high in this new fashion Gettin' high like bitch, who matters? I don't know, you don't know who that is? Who matter? We going up like bitch, who matters? I got my chop and a new letter I got my chop in the blue bag Choppa divide your whole crew right Choppa divide your whole crew right Niggas went up, they ain't do right When we go up, we gon' do right
Writer(s): Coby Rhodes, Amir Najibi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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