Lyrics:
The man right 'chea
I'm comin' straight for your throat, like a coyote on a goat
Note by note, you sweat me like a ho be no, you ho
Cannot find
you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch,
(Kevin Gani bring the body ho)
Let me remind these fools that I'm Doe'd Up
The little muppets I'm Doe'd up
I was gonna stop actin' bad but I'm
ain't noticed
I was makin' moves and you actin' like you ain't showed this, yeah
I ain't with the drama, tell me who we cuttin' off
The same ho you
what that water cost?
Yea I'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Filet Mignon porter house
My little brother on his medical shit from that
your lunch on you, I need a rich bitch
Damn, hey, Sap, why do these niggas just be actin'
Why these niggas be actin' like they bout to act shit
Knowin'
I can make yo ho get down
She tryna kick it, but I gotta go where my keys
This money got me wilding, like what you saying?
Im still throwing big b's
Ain't no secret that we balling and your ho be refereeing
Bet I make that pussy whistle up and down that booty dribble
Was she foul? Just a little,
With the posse, it gets dumb, but with the others, I don't mess
I like to clean up when I'm done, I do not like to stress
I'ma teacher, cause these bars
engage, in some sexual escapades
Grabbin' for the jewels of the fam
Actin' like they never seen God rock a jam
in they lifetime, grabbin' my lifeline
the dirt like a maverick
Only got choppas and I buy
Rounds by the hundreds
Choppa will make a nigga learn
Call it phonics
Actin' like Arthur DW, boy you done
me)
Money stretched like gymnastics ('Nastics)
Fuck it, paper or plastic (Plastic)
Niggas talkin' that money (Money)
Come to find out they actin
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Real shit, real talk, real money talk
'Til that money on the line
I don't wanna talk
Ayy, that's like more talk, haha,
wanted was that limelight
Lord I, was so blinded by her highlights
She had me not checking my DM's neither my likes
Oh what, you modeling ma? Knock
Carter honey
If you can't say the baby
Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated
Ho I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are aviaters
I'm stuck at the top floor in
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway
They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
the god given dynamism
Feeling like Ted Dibiase in Goldust's jumpsuit
If you ain't wit it you can watch me
You and your quasi posse
Y’all ain't active,
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
a scope so he will
Never miss like oh not nearly
Tell that ho I'm serious
That bitch start talking
'bout some forreally?
Stop laughing, bitch, I'm for real
feelin real cocky
Like i know karate
And i dont mind coming and
Crashing the party
Versace and sake all over her posse
Copy my sauce and
I go kamikaze
bitch don't call back
18's on ice, you ain't seen that befo'
Actin like you ain't seen my bling through the do' (bling)
I move to a ho, just for one
in up some drugs passing gas to the posse
Everywhere I go it's like the devil sit beside me
Tell you that I love I ain't never been a liar
Tell you
shit?
We actin' like they hate to see you gung ho
But just imagine if the rappin' got the gun, no
But you already know
Imagine niggaz in the LBC
Felt
somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians G5'in', and with my posse
It's outrages, on that good Jamaican
That's right I'm too faded, you're two shaded
I'm too
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