Lyrics
GG gang, niggas sorry, had to remind her
Feet suck ink, got her tongue like iguana
Bouncin' these foreigns and I dog em like a Honda
Dolce gabana, cross Benihana
Janky ass G with a Z right behind it
Bitch pussy good, I ain't even use a condom
Skinny ass nigga but this dick anaconda
Got a faggot bitch on the team, name wanda
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick, pleaser
A bitch suck dick and a real cum eater
Bitch im keekthalean, uh, real foot bleeder
Uh, ay, ay, look
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
A bitch suck dick in a real cum, eater Bitch don't keekthalean, uh, uh, bleeder
Uh, ay, ay, look
Not for real, dawg, had a foot that ever put you through it
Not for real, had a bitch that act like she ain't prostituting
Not for real, never hear you but she hear it in the music
Like she dont need nobody tryna tell her how to do it
Uh, ay, ay, look
Not for real, dawg,had a foot that ever put you through it
Not for real, had a bitch that act like she ain't prostituting
Not for real, never hear you but she hear it in the music
Like she dont need nobody tryna tell her how to do it
Uh, ay, ay, look
The foot hopped in the game to get hipped, still ain't got no rhythm
She used to be a steaming, in love with a cold ass demon
Coach put her in the game and she still ain't got no defense
bitch playin games like fifa no she cannot bick it
fresh up out the incubator im a known hoe bleeder
keep my foot off up in the cut cuhz im the toe bleeder
50 below Zero with this ism like a cold season
Ay, ay, ay, you don't know that bitch named Trina
Ay, she used to fuck with the Fetty Mac nigga, uh, uh, uh
Way back when, nigga, yeah, yeah, that nigga, uh
I done seen hoes be with they friends and they get slapped with them
Ain't no hoes get slapped by accident or they wouldn't got slapped with it
Uh, bitches get backhanded, not having manners
Break hearts don't break rules, she really ain't hard to manage
graduated with an A, bitch left on the Amtrak and made a "M" not marriage
She came home with some red bottoms and left in a carriage
Ay, you was being sneaky, now you fuckin' on homies
Shit, I don't give a fuck as long as she got something for me
Change the bitch, wig snatch the tail off a pony
Yeah, and that nigga got my name up on his lips then he owe me
Look, you the type of bitch that wanna, uh, I said
You the type of, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
And all that, and all that, uh, don't make me get on you
Yeah, the bitch may have the nervers but she ain't got the balls like a scrotum
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
And if the bitch phone, get a call, did she going
I never seen her with a trick but she's calling it hoin'
See, I can take a square bitch and show her how to get money
Look, utilize or, jeopardize the time that you're giving
Bitch, move around, you mesmerized by all the decisions
Bitch, put your feet together, bitch, and stand at attention
And you'll see how that hoe act when someone call her from prison
G-Gang nigga, so I had to remind them
I'd rather eat pussy, bitch, I'm way past lasagna
Give me all the cookies with the chocolate chips inside it
And she can't tell the difference between a rhinestone and a diamond
You know your boy a freak, so put that pussy on my eyelids
And you can't tell your fine friends if I let you ride it
Excuses too soon, that's when you can tell she lyin
Stare me in my eyelids, use your ears to chime in
Not for real, dawg, had a foot that ever put you through it
Not for real, had a bitch then act like she ain't prostituting
naw fa real, Never hear you, but she hear it in the music
Like she dont need nobody tryna tell her how to do it
Not for real, had a foot that ever put you through it
Not for real, had a bitch then act like she ain't prostituting
For real, never hear you, but she hear it in the music
Like she dont need nobody tryna tell her how to do it
Not for real, baby hella poppin' off the mouth, she off a pill
Baby on that pole like diamond, I'm dollar bill
Ism to her brain, it's that one-shot kill
Yeah, she got some screws loose, but she know the drill
Ooh, she picture perfect, that's that Ole' Mills
Got my name on it, so I know it's real
Cold with it, California, polar bear
Told her, walk that way, but don't go over there
She don't need nobody tryna tell her how to do it
That's the reason why the bitch still don't know how to do it
She at a stand still guess she ain't with the movement
But she still gon' watch me like tubi
You know very well who you are, that ass juicy
She trippin', I set this bitch off like Boosie
Told her, look me in my face, she hypnotized by the jewelry