CashMoney Teeski - Fuck He On Lyrics

Born up on the 4, raised up by the trappers
Seen a nigga die, picked up bad habits
Skellys on my shoes, rocking old fashioned
Told my baby that i love her, when I'm gone I'm bad at it
Sipping on the wocky, pop an addy, back at it
Made an album in a day, I'm the real rap addict
I wanna trick up ona ho, but I'm in love with the flashin
I wont kill a nigga though, but he in love with the casket
Boasting bout the guns, he ain't having
Poppin adderalls, not for fashion
Plays about the city, can't imagine it
Dissin on the clan, now he fastin
Choppa makin noise like Aaliyah
Bad bitch, really think I need her
My cousin, he wanna kill him, he a tweaker
Follow niggas on the gram, and I'ma leave her
Seen some bad hoes f*ck an ice spice
Wearin' true religion, yea, she my type
Beat the yaki up like it's fight night
F*ck around and clip a nigga like it's twilight
Seen a dead body, f*ck he on
Run up in a nigga mobile home
Bad bitch, tell her bring the ocean home
I got drugs up in my bed, I'm healin' on