Lyrics

On God (Henney Major, you goin' crazy) (Twofold Jack, this fire) yo, the fuck? That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it (ha-ha) I switched up the engine, this bitch like a demon (yeah) I just tint the window, still ride with my Nina I'm still blowin' reefer, I do shit illegal Just wanna rap and take care of my people (on God) Never been a snitch, I don't know, I ain't seen 'em (uh-uh) I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people This bitch like a party, I turned up the speakers (grrah, baow, baow) You reach for my chain, then you gon' meet this heater (the fuck?) She not a keeper, I call her an eater (ha-ha) I'm way overseas smokin' overseas reefer (okay) Bitch, I had the key back when I was wearing Adidas (on God) Do bad by myself, so a hoe, I don't need her (I don't need her) I count my own bands, accountant ain't needed (let me get it) Show love to my fans, takin' pictures and greetin' them (look) My niggas hotter than hot, like the heat with them (uh) Your bitch gon' fuck when she see him 'cause I be with them (on God) We was just broke together, now I eat with them It's not a race, that's on God, I don't compete with them (uh-uh) My niggas work, eat, ain't no leech in here (dope) You can get shot, murked just for bein' here (the fuck?) He love them Percs, I don't know what he see in them My fault, blood, I don't know what he G in him (ha-ha) Come from the bottom, I feel like I'm P and them (yeah, yeah, yeah) Free my boy Smitty, I wish I could be with him (free Smitty) I do this for my city, I put on for foe and them (ayy, Charlotte) He move an inch, and we might as well blow at him (ayy, shoot) Put that on God, it's a gun on my shoulder (on God) Rest in peace Matt 'cause I know he'd go with me (rest in peace) Niggas I grew up with right at the show with me (they stay right at the show) That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it (ha-ha) I switched up the engine, this bitch like a demon (yeah) I just tint the window, still ride with my Nina I'm still blowin' reefer, I do shit illegal Just wanna rap and take care of my people (on God) Never been a snitch, I don't know, I ain't seen 'em (uh-uh) I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people This bitch like a party, I turned up the speaker (grrah, baow, baow) Please don't get me started, yeah Take that nine, put it on an artist, yeah Young nigga shootin' up your party Fuck around, show 'em how we do it up in Charlotte, yeah I ain't wanna deal with the feelings, I bought the head Hit her good, she walked out like The Walking Dead He's somewhere loaded up strapped with an F&N These niggas goin' out sad like they lost a friend We ain't goin' like that over hoes I'll never be one of these rap niggas' wannabe bros (uh, uh-uh) Talk to me, watch your lil' tone I just made eight hundred thousand off two or three shows (let's go) How he pull up, them two or three hoes? (Zoom) What's the memo? Bitch, anything goes Say she like how I'm puttin' it on (mmm) Icing on me like a cinnamon roll I ain't type of nigga ever trip 'bout a bitch I'll politely pull up on a nigga, give him his hoe Like, "Here, know your boy gon' have a fit, don't let him know" (shh) Real nigga, Baby, you know I'm stickin' to the code (let's go) I ain't gon' tell him I put it in your throat (woo) Or sat back and let you ride dick on your toes Left out in the mornin' with your pussy on my clothes (shh) You better let the pussy nigga know That boy a pussy, I know, I done seen it (ha-ha) I switched up the engine, this bitch like a demon (yeah) I just tint the window, still ride with my Nina I'm still blowin' reefer, I do shit illegal Just wanna rap and take care of my people (on God) Never been a snitch, I don't know, I ain't seen 'em (uh-uh) I swerve through the hood and spend time with my people This bitch like a party, I turned up the speaker (grrah, baow, baow)
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