Lyrics
Like girl I like how you dance that shit so fine, so fancy
Like the way you walk how you talk, so sexy
Pussy wanna run they mouth but they don't wanna test me
Motherfucker wanna fight, bitch you know you can't best me
Why you pull up with your team? this a 1v1, not a set up
My blood full of rage, this a fucking vendetta
Why you fucking talking down on my name I'm fed up
Write you down on my list bitch you boutta get lit up
Sound like winter, when the flow so cold
And I pull up in a jag, and the hoe gon go
Ima pull up and he run, like oh no no
Ima get him for the chain and the mobile phone
Aye, boi my swag getting massive
Wait, now he smashing a bad bitch
K, ima be laughing it back to the bank
Bro we gotta strap with attachments
Yeah she need me, but I never really want her
Only come back when she see me with the money
Came through, twin glocks, dual katana
Two hoes doing drugs act like zombies
Hungry, so we came back to eat
We so assertive, but the bands come passively
It come effortless to make a masterpiece
And we gon air it out mothafuck a rapping beef (yea yea)
Luh shawty know I ain't in love
But you really looking so fine wassup
E. Ross witta Grioten over this jawn
Told em boys y'all times is up
Tengo el mundo en mi mano
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-
Tengo muchos enemigos
Pero tú siempre te quedas en mi lado
Like girl I like how you dance that shit so fine, so fancy
Like the way you walk how you talk, so sexy (quedas en mi lado)
Pussy wanna run they mouth but they don't wanna test me
Motherfucker wanna fight, bitch you know you can't best me
Why you pull up with your team? this a 1v1, not a set up
My blood full of rage, this a fucking vendetta
Why fucking talking down on my name I'm fed up
Write you down on my list bitch you boutta get lit up
Errybody look fake, but I been real wittit
Whole squad suited up, bad bitch still stripping