Hold on uh uh uh
When we in that Honda and that all black super coupe
I don't trust nobody nigga I might shoot at you
I might kick that lil bitch out and say I'm through
With you
Put a hole in a nigga size of a hula hoop
And I'm trappin' with my dawg I feel like Scooby-Doo
I'm disrespectful wear a sweatsuit to yo funeral
Aye where my twin? At the club hollerin' hoody-hoo
And best believe I'm throwin' money that's what them shooters do
You not the only one that's with it I got my toolie too
556's 7-6-2 not no 22
Talkin' digits countin' hundreds till my fingers blue If you ain't thinkin' bout no money I can't think of you
Think this perky kickin' in I feel my heart skippin' when my jaw lock while I'm talkin' I just start grinnin'
If I'm caught up with this product bet I'm not
Snitchin'
All my homies up the road they got a long sentence
You is not my bitch so keep it cool and stop bitchin'
I talk to all my hoes like that they do not listen
You ride with him and him and him you need to stop switchin'
I don't know what you be standing on it's not business
How that chop hit him
Tossed my bro a extra clip and left the block crippled
I ain't get the rest of them I let my opps get him
They was nobody to us the streets will not miss him
You ain't totin' on them Glocks them boys is not with it
My wrist been hurtin' ever since I got that pot whippin'
Not with Chrisean my faces blue you see my rocks hittin'
200 light up on the dash when I hop in it
A cop killer a wok sipper a block peeler
I'm not kiddin' the top stepper two Glocks with him
A lot different than all them haters who not livin' And if you need it I got them keys I'm locksmithing for real
It ain't nothin' to say about it I ain't doin' play about it and I brought the K about it
I ain't never pay a thottie she give play to everybody
Tattoos on her face and body
You know I keep my pole with me
I leave and it's gon' go with me
You know it ain't no ho in me nigga
It's exactly what it's supposed to be I can't let you too close to me
These niggas don't smoke with me nigga
Lord I wanna talk to you one time
Lord you know you my nigga right?
They say you ain't gotta come to you with no fancy prayers and all that shit
You know what's on my heart I'ma tell you what's on my heart
Can you talk back to me? I'm just sayin' man please be alright with me
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English
Hold on uh uh uh
When we in that Honda and that all black super coupe
I don't trust nobody nigga I might shoot at you
I might kick that lil bitch out and say I'm through
With you
Put a hole in a nigga size of a hula hoop
And I'm trappin' with my dawg I feel like Scooby-Doo
I'm disrespectful wear a sweatsuit to yo funeral
Aye where my twin? At the club hollerin' hoody-hoo
And best believe I'm throwin' money that's what them shooters do
You not the only one that's with it I got my toolie too
556's 7-6-2 not no 22
Talkin' digits countin' hundreds till my fingers blue If you ain't thinkin' bout no money I can't think of you
Think this perky kickin' in I feel my heart skippin' when my jaw lock while I'm talkin' I just start grinnin'
If I'm caught up with this product bet I'm not
Snitchin'
All my homies up the road they got a long sentence
You is not my bitch so keep it cool and stop bitchin'
I talk to all my hoes like that they do not listen
You ride with him and him and him you need to stop switchin'
I don't know what you be standing on it's not business
How that chop hit him
Tossed my bro a extra clip and left the block crippled
I ain't get the rest of them I let my opps get him
They was nobody to us the streets will not miss him
You ain't totin' on them Glocks them boys is not with it
My wrist been hurtin' ever since I got that pot whippin'
Not with Chrisean my faces blue you see my rocks hittin'
200 light up on the dash when I hop in it
A cop killer a wok sipper a block peeler
I'm not kiddin' the top stepper two Glocks with him
A lot different than all them haters who not livin' And if you need it I got them keys I'm locksmithing for real
It ain't nothin' to say about it I ain't doin' play about it and I brought the K about it
I ain't never pay a thottie she give play to everybody
Tattoos on her face and body
You know I keep my pole with me
I leave and it's gon' go with me
You know it ain't no ho in me nigga
It's exactly what it's supposed to be I can't let you too close to me
These niggas don't smoke with me nigga
Lord I wanna talk to you one time
Lord you know you my nigga right?
They say you ain't gotta come to you with no fancy prayers and all that shit
You know what's on my heart I'ma tell you what's on my heart
Can you talk back to me? I'm just sayin' man please be alright with me
When we in that Honda and that all black super coupe
I don't trust nobody nigga I might shoot at you
I might kick that lil bitch out and say I'm through
With you
Put a hole in a nigga size of a hula hoop
And I'm trappin' with my dawg I feel like Scooby-Doo
I'm disrespectful wear a sweatsuit to yo funeral
Aye where my twin? At the club hollerin' hoody-hoo
And best believe I'm throwin' money that's what them shooters do
You not the only one that's with it I got my toolie too
556's 7-6-2 not no 22
Talkin' digits countin' hundreds till my fingers blue If you ain't thinkin' bout no money I can't think of you
Think this perky kickin' in I feel my heart skippin' when my jaw lock while I'm talkin' I just start grinnin'
If I'm caught up with this product bet I'm not
Snitchin'
All my homies up the road they got a long sentence
You is not my bitch so keep it cool and stop bitchin'
I talk to all my hoes like that they do not listen
You ride with him and him and him you need to stop switchin'
I don't know what you be standing on it's not business
How that chop hit him
Tossed my bro a extra clip and left the block crippled
I ain't get the rest of them I let my opps get him
They was nobody to us the streets will not miss him
You ain't totin' on them Glocks them boys is not with it
My wrist been hurtin' ever since I got that pot whippin'
Not with Chrisean my faces blue you see my rocks hittin'
200 light up on the dash when I hop in it
A cop killer a wok sipper a block peeler
I'm not kiddin' the top stepper two Glocks with him
A lot different than all them haters who not livin' And if you need it I got them keys I'm locksmithing for real
It ain't nothin' to say about it I ain't doin' play about it and I brought the K about it
I ain't never pay a thottie she give play to everybody
Tattoos on her face and body
You know I keep my pole with me
I leave and it's gon' go with me
You know it ain't no ho in me nigga
It's exactly what it's supposed to be I can't let you too close to me
These niggas don't smoke with me nigga
Lord I wanna talk to you one time
Lord you know you my nigga right?
They say you ain't gotta come to you with no fancy prayers and all that shit
You know what's on my heart I'ma tell you what's on my heart
Can you talk back to me? I'm just sayin' man please be alright with me
Writer: Martez Gary, Malachi Coleman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid