Ion even want that ho no more, yea you could f*ckin have it
And all my diamonds be shinin, they be causin havoc
I ain't never tuckin my chain, touch it, it's gon be tragic
Know when Skii steppin on the beat, yea it's gon turn to a classic
We from up north, we not like you, we just get to clappin
Heard you stole a verse I made, and you ain't even get a fraction
Of my streams, and you be claimin you steady been gettin some traction
I need at least a f*ckin mil, yea some sort of satisfaction
Rockin Number (N)ine, no Romo, and your bitch love my fashion
She at my show and that's a no no, I know she attracted
Your label out here slavin, you been negotiatin, and I just know you waiting
'Cause you so trapped in, packed in, your bithc know you wrapped in
So she let me have it, she let me tap it, pull it out, back in
Back out, finna blow her back out
Finna turn that ass round, smokin 'til I pass out, wow
Ion even want that ho no more, yea you could f*ckin have it
And all my diamonds be shinin, they be causin havoc
I ain't never tuckin my chain, touch it, it's gon be tragic
Know when Skii steppin on the beat, yea it's gon turn to a classic
Ion even want that ho no more, yea you could f*ckin have it
And all my diamonds be shinin, they be causin havoc
I ain't never tuckin my chain, touch it, it's gon be tragic
Know when Skii steppin on the beat, yea it's gon turn to a classic (I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings!)