Letras
You ain't got enough ass bitch where your friends at
Bitch, where your bands at
Really, I'm just saying yeah, why the fuck you playing yeah
Who you think you playing with
Who the fuck you stay there with
I'mma come and lay this dick
I heard you fucking with the opps we don't do that honey
I don't know shit about nothing else, I'mma get this money
I don't want your hoe forever, you can keep her dummy
Put a one on it and wrap the man up like a mummy
Trackhawk, trackhawk, the police can't catch me
I ain't taking nothing off, you gon' have to stretch me
Rather get the track from Rell, this is not a Swizz beat
Told the bitch to hit my hitter phone when she miss me
I'mma still be talking big shit when I'm 60
Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, that's just how my wrist be
Might just put a bag in her bag if she sexy
Might just put a bag in her cat if she let me
You ain't got enough racks, bitch, where your bands at
Pull up in that tan track
Really, I'm just saying, yeah, what the fuck you saying say it
Why you ain't just say that then
Who the fuck you playing with
Have my bitch come lay that bitch
She heard I come through with the pipe, but this not no plumbing
I don't know shit by no hummer, but I come through humming
I can buy a bitch pussy, tell me what's the number
Seems as though my opps get dropped every fucking summer
Why these broke niggas flexing all they money on the gram
I been having pape for these niggas, put you on to scams
I'm up dog shit, I don't need no fucking man
I ain't got no damn kids, you won't see me in a van
I need a big body benz with the tint on it
Black forgis with the AMG kit on it
And if we fucking in the back, let me sit on it
These leather seats all white, but I'ma spit on it
I like this nigga haead, but I'll still put a hit on it
It ain't WAP if that nigga caught a lyft on it
I had to get rid of my gun and had some shit on it
I might get a t-shirt made and put your bitch on it