Lyrics

He a opp, what the fuck I'm gon' fight for? Shed light on your block with this light pole Dumb nigga, broke boy, pockets lipo All caps, you suckin' dick, it's not a typo (ey, ey, ey) Aye, I got a bitch who gon' fight hoes Aye, I got a bitch who gon' light hoes White girl, I got a bitch who gon' wipe nose You droppin' bread on that head then she might roll Now look at this clip and look at this stick From here to Hong Kong, bet a nigga won't trip (low the great) I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus, bitch You ain't see your nigga since the news rolled him Aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coachin' Who jokin'? Who foldin'? Nigga, keep your chin up Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Henn up, I been up Bitch, just like Tony, leave him holy, I know that nigga owe me I just been on my shit, bitch, truth be told (truth be told) Fuck a bitch, nigga, new or old Cut a bitch quick, I don't play, get a nеwer role (a nеwer role) Found your day one niggas in the sewer hole Bust a brick down in a bitch face (a bitch face) She want dick so I take a brick break First time, last time any time a bitch late Bitch, it's Chike, it's the Cult, yeah, the lit way I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus, bitch You ain't see your nigga since the news rolled him Aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coachin' Who jokin'? Who foldin'? Nigga, keep your chin up Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Henn up, I been up Bitch, just like Tony, leave him holy, I know that nigga owe me Bitch, it's Almighty, niggas know I be trippin' Thirty plus three, bitch, I keep Scottie Pippen Never took no L, all my niggas really winnin' If the feds snatch me up, bitch, I'll still beat the sentence Niggas need a fade, then I'll put my gun up Bitch, I'm finna trip, stomp a nigga in these ones, bruh Pull up on your block, lil' bro, four to sunup Hopped out trippin', lil nigga, now we one up Every nigga with me got guns big as Shaq, hoe Let him keep his life, but we still took his pack though All my niggas with me, we gon' hop out and pack bro Niggas got guns, shit, I'll take his strap, hoe Bust down my stack, gave a hundred to a bum Talkin' on they Net, bet they see me and they run Talkin' 'bout smoke, you ain't never had no gun So I called up the Cult, snatch your chain for the fun, on the gang I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus, bitch You ain't see your nigga since the news rolled him Aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coachin' Who jokin'? Who foldin'? Nigga, keep your chin up Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Henn up, I been up Bitch, just like Tony, leave him holy, I know that nigga owe mе
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Russell W. Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Robert Arthur Ford, Todd Anthony Shaw, James Moore, Damaria Kayshawn Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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