Uh, huh, huh
Huh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, Four3va)
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Huh
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Smokin' on 'za, gettin' to my head probably, that's why I'm stuck
Can f*ck, but can't trust
These hoes ain't shit, f*cked up we gotta love, but can't lust
They mad at us 'cause we don't dick ride, that shit ain't us
Can't leave it at the house, the opps can't wait to paint us, huh
Uppin' blick on me just like robbin' a bank truck
Lil' bro be havin' that blick, he ain't goin' for shit, you need to thank bro
Before you crash out 'bout a bitch, you need to think, bro
When you go down the road, she still gon' do the same stuff
Gemini, misunderstood, nobody understand how it feel
Hate when niggas be tryna pick a certain day to turn real, huh
Ain't a struggle no more, we all in the high hills
This shit way better than the trenches, think I wanna die here
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Who that is? Who you know? Who your folks? Blick him
We can't leave no witnesses, gotta kill whoever with him
In two cars shootin' different ways, had to banana split him
Think they finna run us over, we just gonna blitz them
Your boyfriend got bitch in him and my Glock got crits in 'em
Opp hoes love comin' to the trap, yeah, this the givin'-dick center
Baby, we all know you a scram, it been like hella dicks in you
Rob her daddy, she play with my heart, no, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga
Yeah, we kick it from time to time, it's love and you my nigga
Niggas know this shit get slime, I'll crash, I see you with 'em
See an opp and I'm face to face, I aim above the rim, nigga
Niggas can say what they wanna say, just know we don't f*ck with them, nigga
You know I'm bustin' them, nigga
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Raq baby - Got It Tucked Lyrics
Raq baby - Got It Tucked Lyrics
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English
Uh, huh, huh
Huh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, Four3va)
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Huh
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Smokin' on 'za, gettin' to my head probably, that's why I'm stuck
Can f*ck, but can't trust
These hoes ain't shit, f*cked up we gotta love, but can't lust
They mad at us 'cause we don't dick ride, that shit ain't us
Can't leave it at the house, the opps can't wait to paint us, huh
Uppin' blick on me just like robbin' a bank truck
Lil' bro be havin' that blick, he ain't goin' for shit, you need to thank bro
Before you crash out 'bout a bitch, you need to think, bro
When you go down the road, she still gon' do the same stuff
Gemini, misunderstood, nobody understand how it feel
Hate when niggas be tryna pick a certain day to turn real, huh
Ain't a struggle no more, we all in the high hills
This shit way better than the trenches, think I wanna die here
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Who that is? Who you know? Who your folks? Blick him
We can't leave no witnesses, gotta kill whoever with him
In two cars shootin' different ways, had to banana split him
Think they finna run us over, we just gonna blitz them
Your boyfriend got bitch in him and my Glock got crits in 'em
Opp hoes love comin' to the trap, yeah, this the givin'-dick center
Baby, we all know you a scram, it been like hella dicks in you
Rob her daddy, she play with my heart, no, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga
Yeah, we kick it from time to time, it's love and you my nigga
Niggas know this shit get slime, I'll crash, I see you with 'em
See an opp and I'm face to face, I aim above the rim, nigga
Niggas can say what they wanna say, just know we don't f*ck with them, nigga
You know I'm bustin' them, nigga
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Huh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, Four3va)
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Huh
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Smokin' on 'za, gettin' to my head probably, that's why I'm stuck
Can f*ck, but can't trust
These hoes ain't shit, f*cked up we gotta love, but can't lust
They mad at us 'cause we don't dick ride, that shit ain't us
Can't leave it at the house, the opps can't wait to paint us, huh
Uppin' blick on me just like robbin' a bank truck
Lil' bro be havin' that blick, he ain't goin' for shit, you need to thank bro
Before you crash out 'bout a bitch, you need to think, bro
When you go down the road, she still gon' do the same stuff
Gemini, misunderstood, nobody understand how it feel
Hate when niggas be tryna pick a certain day to turn real, huh
Ain't a struggle no more, we all in the high hills
This shit way better than the trenches, think I wanna die here
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Who that is? Who you know? Who your folks? Blick him
We can't leave no witnesses, gotta kill whoever with him
In two cars shootin' different ways, had to banana split him
Think they finna run us over, we just gonna blitz them
Your boyfriend got bitch in him and my Glock got crits in 'em
Opp hoes love comin' to the trap, yeah, this the givin'-dick center
Baby, we all know you a scram, it been like hella dicks in you
Rob her daddy, she play with my heart, no, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga
Yeah, we kick it from time to time, it's love and you my nigga
Niggas know this shit get slime, I'll crash, I see you with 'em
See an opp and I'm face to face, I aim above the rim, nigga
Niggas can say what they wanna say, just know we don't f*ck with them, nigga
You know I'm bustin' them, nigga
Huh, she tryna show her titties to me, huh
I never asked her for the pussy, she chose to give it to me, huh
And we givin' out belts, put belt to ass for all the rookies, huh
F*ck I look like bein' scared? Got Drac' for all you pussies
Don't look like it's on me, but I got it tucked, huh
One wrong move, I'm shootin' at everybody, I don't give a f*ck, huh
We don't clique up, this shit for everybody, we'll send it up, huh
Duckin' and dodgin' from the feds probably, that's why I don't talk
Writer: Brian Bedford, Geoffrey Rojas, Kendale Williams, Prince Royce
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Performed By: Raq baby
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Brian Bedford, Geoffrey Rojas, Kendale Williams, Prince Royce