Lyrics:
get the fuck up out my face (Out of my face)
Got my main bitch hittin' high notes like usher, know the lil' bitch gettin' slayed (Gettin' slayed)
????
Why you have to treat me this way
Baby You left me go
I no like it
I will never live to see you Cry
i Wonna be for you & ALways get you High
to determine
Anything you'd call good or bad
I'm still young and I'm learning
Early bird in the world
Just vibing on my Nimbus
Scoop my Videl, she got the hit
them Corn Rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's
nigga with a short temper, I do it for niggas that never had shit
And now I got me a bad bitch, who got a bad bitch, who got a bad bitch
Treu story,
nigga with a short temper, I do it for niggas that never had shit
And now I got me a bad bitch, who got a bad bitch, who got a bad bitch
Treu story,
remix
(Hello, good morning) let's go
(Hello, good morning) ayo
(Know you've been waiting for it) ayo Skepta
Lemme get on some of this with you, man
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
'Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a donkey
Some say on and on, but they mean on on
I got tired of that new style, breakdown
I have to take it back
(ah shit)
Let me flip it 'round like fake tees (fake tees)
How you got a real ass but fake knees (fake knees)
And the money keep flowin' like spray
back like a mula
Its no bad temper just leave her muda
I been in the studio
You talking shit not even here capullo
Yo boy lapiz in the joint
For
epinephrine in vein, I came a long long way from minimum wage
Hood on my back like a venomous snake
If you ain't got me all over ya shuffle it's been a mistake
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
how i kick it, hoes got to lick it
It's tha alkaholiks and j-ro is wicked
E-swifts mad, cause he got it bad
King tees phat and i sport a blue rag
For
tongue
There is no serum there is no antivenom
Come soon, rescind this
We'll usher in an Armageddon
It's coursing through your veins
A force that you
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
the car)
It ain't even that deep baby
You don't have to worry you
Can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how
They die for me now
Only got one
the trick
Behind the mic with a thizz face
You take your Mrs through my
Entrance thats a mistake
I got it bad like Usher Raymond
Middle finger
the projects the objective is make dollars
'Where You At?' It ain't a problem to get it there by tomorrow
Cause I got a female friend, with frequent flier
and tecs
And got you feeling hesitant
to step on stage and represent
It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence
Creates paranoias inside
by a vow
Hold on, she calling quiet down
Now she saying
Baby be my one night I'ma put it on you
6 in the morning got me tryna call you
Got me twisted,
scandalous bitches
I met this girl from the 'Natti, I got along with her daddy
I made it up in my mind this is the girl I'ma marry
Now when you wanna get
So they wanna be my bae
Got me feeling like I'm Usher cuz they like it my way yea
Where the Thick girls at let me see if you can shake it
Where
exclusive) bitch
You see a red light, I see a green
Know I'm getting that bread by any damn means
AR-15, that shit got a beam
Niggas only want attention
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