I mean, you gotta make a decision
You either gone do it, or you not
It ain’t no in between with this sh#t
Ion wanna chop it up, you know that money talk (nah)
Dirty cup watch me fill it up, this sh#t ain’t cut its drop (truddy)
I can’t trust these hoes, they might be ridin’ with the opps
I can’t love these hoes cause’ my love is all i got (all a n#gg# got)
Yeah that p#ss# wet, i be sliding mop (splash)
Air that b#tch out like we sliding off the top (fraaa)
We got good greens
Hit my phone, i’ll show you where to shop (bags)
Come get high with me, i do this sh#t
I’ll show you where to stop (you ready?)
You slim thick? (go)
b#tch i’m swangin’ dick, like i’m playing golf
All my side hoes fell in lovе with me, i had to cut ’em off
On some straight brokе sh#t, i even thought bout’ sellin’ soft
Rockout hit my phone, he said we finna take ’em to the loft
Just cause’ i let you in my room, don’t think i want them panties off
Can’t put my dick up in no duck, don’t care what xanny’s that i’m off
We tote drumsticks, my young n#gg# with it on that dumb sh#t
Dick game brazy, it don’t matter if i c#m quick
If it’s up then it’s stuck, b#tch it is what it is
I can’t judge, just go get it how you live (ok)
Used to be the type that always had a lot to give
Now i’m giving middle fingers, f#ck a n#gg# and his kids (oh)
If i love her, then that p#ss# baby food, go get my bib (arrh)
Working on my patience, like i’m waiting outside ya crib
I ain’t stutter, yeah i got it out the gutter
I can do this on my own, i was raised by my mother
That’s some real sh#t n#gg#, straight up
n#gg# i can do this sh#t on my own
Ion need no handouts n#gg#
Gang (gang)
I hit rock bottom, now i’m ballin’, all these b#tches callin’
Gave her good dick, now she wildin, got lil’ shawty wildin’
Ain’t no p#ss# in my blood, i’m always down to make a scene
And i know that p#ss# good, cause’ she boujee and she mean
She ate breakfast, but i’m finna give her another jimmy dean
She from memphis, p#ss# coated but she not a grizzly ting
Countin’ big racks
I can’t leave it flat, know i’m tick for tack
b#tch she broke my heart a while back, i gotta get her back
And the way she throwin’ #ss, i might have to throw a stack
If she keep on lookin at me, she gone have to throw it back
On my dick dry hatin’, so i keep it in my lap
n#gg#s cap, only time i cap with my fitted hat
Oh you smoke good dope?
Where you get it at? (get it at)
Flip exotic bags by the day, we gettin’ rid of that (rid of that yea)
n#gg#s titty suckin’, gone and get that boy some similac
I carry all this weight, you would think it was piggy back
Boy i treat this sh#t like pitty pat
She like, “marriii bae, i miss you in my kitty cat” (uh)
Just say you need it, and you know i got like plenty that
Pretty foreign b#tch, you know i’m tryna get up into that
n#gg#s flexin’ like a hoe, i can’t stand it (p#ss#)
Narcotics got me high, i feel like calvin cambridge (mud)
Always paranoid, ain’t got time for the antics (yeah ight)
Say you love me, but i say i’m not romantic
Only love the p#ss# cause’ its like atlantic (atlantic yeah)
Only love the p#ss# cause’ its like atlantic (atlantic yeah)
Tell me come and take it, i turn into bandit (bandit yeah)
Tell me come and take it, i turn into a thief in the night
n#gg#s acting like straight hoes, ion get it though
Bet it’s bout’ a b#tch, meanwhile i done hit the hoe
Beat it down, i’m strapped up like g.i. joe
Know i gotta get that tro
I can’t let these dog hoes try to get my soul n#gg# (cheee)
f#ck n#gg#?
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