Lyrics
Naw we ain't doing none of that humming shit this time
They doing pat downs at the club
But they ababyin't checking none the hoes
So I told tuck this gun
They doing pat downs at the door
We tryna hide it in
But they don't check the bitches
So come here you know what time it is
I told you I can't gig
I got a gun
But see the diamonds dance
These niggas really screaming free a snitch
Bro fry them pigs
Damn I love the sound up on this beat
What that's the violin
Nigga try to run up
He get kilt
Bet he won't try again
Ion give a fuck bout who around
These nigga buying friends
These hoes ain't never down like how they claim
I gotta buy a bitch
She like I ain't even really like that
But she kinda is
Know she wanna fuck
Cause she keep staring when she bite her lip
I said fuck it let her drive the boat
And ima ride the whip
I told her that I'll never tell a lie
But shit I kinda did
Brodie said he waiting for a reason
To go Slide again
Fuck around go do it by his self
And then go slide again
Bold nigga
When it come to bitches
I might try her friends
Hoe niggas
I can't hang around em
They is not my mans
This nigga went out bad again
I'm not surprised
How he the realest in his squad
He keep embarrassing the guys
Man I really think they scared
I see the fear In niggas eyes
Like Everything you niggas stand for
Is a motha fuckin lie
These niggas think they KG
They sipping green and popping 5s
My lil nigga off a 5 of wokiana
Finna die
Gettin high as hell
He on another level
Finna fly
Takin niggas bitches
They all in they feelings
Finna cry
BMF
We blowing money fast
But gotta spend it right
Pussy good
I might bring her over
Let her spend the night
Slip the condom off
Go back in
Might have a kid tonight
I got her walkin funny out the crib
I know I hit it right
I put on some forces
Before I walk up out a bitches life
You the type of nigga
On the gram all under bitches likes
Damn it been some months
Since niggas sipped up on a dirty sprite
And I ain't writing shit up on a paper
All my lyrics typed
Quick to fix a motha fuckin' problem
He got tool wit em
Take that motha fucka everywhere
He go to School wit it
Knew that you was never hard body
Why you fool niggas
If I ain't hit the nigga first shot
I bet Smoove hit em
How is niggas in yo gang
On black and white
But you cool wit it
The niggas that y'all said it's stuck with
Y'all callin truce wit em
Only taking pictures with them pistols
You dont shoot wit em
Bitch i keep it on me everywhere
I'm in the booth wit it
Fuck that brudda brudda shit
Don't care bout who did it
Ion know how other motha fuckas do it
I can't hang wit new niggas
I be to the neck
Like why he always gotta have a group wit him
He in a car wit the roof missing
Fuck it leave his roof missing
They can't fw me
It come to rappin
Nigga ima foo wit it
Piece fire
Why you only gettin gas and food wit it
Pussy so wet
I bet a rack she got a pool in her
And I can bet another 10
That you just wouldn't know what to do wit her
They was talkin down before the rap
I know they hate me now
Since I been going up
It seem like everyone been tryna take me down
Feds can come and get me right now
Swear I won't Make a sound
But Ion wanna crease the forces
So I hope the feds don't try to chase me down