Lyrics

I-I-I can show you how to flip the work and move the fetty The plug gon hit my line when a nigga ready Vacuum seal every single bowl then send off plenty And if she ain't worth shit I'll send a hunnid cause I'm petty I-I-I can show you how to flip the work and move the fetty The plug gon hit my line when a nigga ready Vacuum seal every single bowl then send off plenty And if she ain't worth shit I'll send a hunnid cause I'm petty B-But if you bad then I'ma get you the whole kit Yeah, take her to New York, sit court-side and watch the Knicks Go and brag to your friends, you got some thousands on your wrist Yeah, walk in sacks grab everything you wanna get, yeah My nigga Ty a hot head, he quick to let it go He almost wiped this nigga off the earth, I had to let him know You gotta play it cool He wasn't hearing shit, that nigga don't play by the rules Stayed on the same thing since we was lil niggas in school I just make that one call and they know what to do And there ain't no point in hiding, we coming after you Lil nigga I'm wacking you I'm bagging you I might not up it, I'll just get to smacking you Faithfully sipping the Wok' like it's my religion I'll take yo thot with some Crocs and some True Religions And you ain't think money was cool Until you seen me get it And I ain't got no words for that nigga Just tell him see me with it I gave that nigga too much sauce He getting greedy with it If I told you what a nigga been through You would see me different I'm getting different types of high cause I'm grieving different He come into the spot acting a fool He leaving different Bitch I'm-bitch I'm back the fuck in I can't take no break Dog thought he was getting a zip I gave his ass shake Put holes inside of a nigga head And made his ass shake And we don't stop for shit, but if we got to We cut the damn brakes You ain't listening You ain't listening You don't need no light I step inside my neck glistening Like a nigga stuck his foot out Bitch we trippin em I got niggas that don't care about life That ah get rid of em Bitch I don't need you but I do I'm the one and you the two I'm grinding for them rainy days and bitch I'm stacking up my loot Bitch you try me then you through Sliding in that AMG I'm throwing racks right out the roof Yeah I'm just feeling good Alrig-alright I lied I took another break Tired of the plain Jane I flooded out the fucking face Who talking crazy? cause I'm in the mood to shoot my gun today Just made ten sitting on my ass I'm on a run today You a bum today But let me know if you need work I got a bunch of plays I had to hit the stu today I had a bunch to say Every time I make some good pape I go and stuff the safe Like Sexyy Red take you to PoundTown And go and stuff yo face
Writer(s): Josiah James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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