Letras
Hm, hm-hm-hm-hm
If you on Xotic, you lookin' for me
Hell naw, this shit ain't cheap
If you want a taste of this shit, you gotta pay a fee
Started with a O, now he gotta P
Damn, that lil' nigga a beast, he trap it out
That nigga gon' die tryna chase some clout
Go get you some money, start runnin' your mouth
My nigga gon' shoot, no dribble
You be laughin' 'cause they don't even know who killed him
Big bad wood, the ho look like a pickle
Drake gon' shoot nine missiles
I done passed out four perks and I ain't even mad
'Cause I'm fuckin' her and her sister
He just said I ain't in the field, I ain't even mad
'Cause he ain't gon' know when I feel
I put that nigga in the Russian cream
I put this bitch in the figure four
I ask my lil' nigga why he shoot him
He say he caught him throwing up a four
How many times this nigga gone lack
I thought we shot this bitch ass before
I ain't gotta close my back door
'Cause if he a snake Drake cut off his throat
I hop on top and give a good stroke
Shoot up a hand all through my throat
I'm tryna hop up 'cause I'm from the neck
She whisper to me she ain't letting go
She can't get enough of Rich Tiger Lee
But I'm finna give her at it, plan B
I can't let her put me on number three
But I love my kids, they a part of me
Who the fuck told you Rich Tiger was sweet?
That shit'll get you put up on the tee
I'll pay a rack to get your ass whacked
But I got niggas that do it for free
But I got niggas that do it for free
I got niggas that do it for free (gang)
I'ma come back in the house
Let me show you how I do this shit
Skrrr, boom
What he was talkin' 'bout
Never mind, fuck who he talkin' 'bout
'Cause none of that matter when you on the end of that fire
Couldn't match you with my nigga, and he just be cheatin' like he ain't put nothin' in the sky