Lyrics:
selling shit, and they go by the pound
If you want problem we ain't hard to find
Gettin' this paper I'm just tryna shine
But me and my niggas we litty right
make no mistakes, me make no complaints
I love how she think she graduated with that brain
She go to
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is
me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T double O, S H O are T, I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better
In and out of travel lodge I swear this shit gettin' scarier
She didn't know that I jug on the low cause I got her thinkin' I'ma regular
I remember
everytime she look at me I see a look of disgrace
She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin' to chase
'Cause we was cookin' the base and we was flippin'
yeah, I’m by the O like I’m bow legged right now
Catchin’ W's, I’m sayin F it right now
Could've been the guys gettin’ set up right now
I don’t need 2
Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)
Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)
Never can't you take my G's
My (Ooh)
Ain't trippin' got to split up the front
by my waist (waist)
She so fine (fine)
Bad bitch by my waist (ay, yeah)
Go all in (in)
Bitch I'm fye (fye)
Get them racks (racks)
Stack em up (stack em
she thick, she fitted (model bitch)
My villian know I'm with it (with it, with it) (bitch)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck
pussies stay
Bump fye the Drake, that's broad Day TG hop out, hit at his face
Up off the hip and hit his face These pussies mad, we made a way
I do you bad,
been?" "On a little vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man?" She said, "I got him on file"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1",
yea
Yea
You know where it is
Next door from Cornell crib
Block party still lit
Man the kid gettin' big
Wait
Rock rock rock with me yea
Vibe vibe
She said, "Lil Uzi, hello"
I looked at her, "Oh, hey" (hello)
You ain't never seen pastry dough, well lil' bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin' money, I'm
tell ya, I ain't with that, so forget that!
I get the nine from the pawn shop layaway
Keep it in my pack and the jack men'll stay away
Fellas gettin
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
killin' part of the plans
I'm makin' her dance, she smackin' her ass
I told her, if I fuck, then she gettin' the bag
She droppin' her jaws and archin' her
miss it
Cause my boy throwing, he real thin
I keep in unlock magician
I keep it under rock patrick
Yeah I been playin been boolin
Stay by the freezer im
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
And pulled out a wad of dubs
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin' like a ho
She been givin' me that look
Might as well put some money on a nigga books
'Cause I know
I'm gettin' locked up
I know I'm gettin' locked up, body
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She be like, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi rock
the crib, keep the shit so Art Deco
Another one, it's another dubplate special
I make her feel so good that she can't say no
Uh, gettin' wasted at my rap
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