Lyrics
here bitch take a breath mint
cause you extra
shit you do for sport thats my leisure
made that bitch contort
applying pressure
face me on the court
any weather
can't face me heavy weight
you feather weight
any way could be any day
when the bag come
bad blood fuck the bad blood
i don't want none
on sight if you wan' fight come and get some
don't die for a 9-5
waste a time
I reside in the east side
og from the south
run my mouth way too much
got some reefer in my pouch
hope the pigs don't smell it
please lord close his snout
can't wait till i see them m's in my bank account
dealer said he ain't got benz only 3.5
so i cop the 3.5 bout to have a good night
oh me
oh my
had to let that shit slide
cause this bummy nigga 27
just ain't worth time
always hit her line, said i hit her at the worst time
always on my mind
missed phone calls hit decline
birkenstocks on my feet
so you know the bops light
and you see the socks white
police at the stop light
and they looking at me
like i'm on some fuckeries
way out in hackney
these niggas hate we
i just wanna have fun
nothings gonna stop me