Letras
Uh huh we passed on your opportunity
You know why we passed on you
Who
You
I don't give a fuck about no opportunity boy
Said he want a whole thing
I only got a half on me
I ain't wanna go to school
Cause I fuck with math only
Boy you better keep a tool
You know what happened to your last homie
I told them labels that it's cool Shit I'm happy that y'all passed on me
Smelling like a BP all I got is gas on me
Beat that pussy like a DP why you coming fast on me
Every time you see me
You know I got that bag on me
Can't let them RIP me you know I got that mag on me
Can't let up till they free Bree Can't let them put that tag on me
Put my trust in this 223 I pray that it don't lag on me
I fuck with your new cd
But when it's in the trash only
They say money time that shit moving fast on me
Uh woulda been shoulda been
Niggas always talking bout what they coulda been
A old school drop top what I pull up in
I'm at your door knock knock
Let my foot up in
Nigga keep your lil advance Nigga that shit for the birds
Y'all keep them lil pants
Nigga that shit for the nerds
Need at least a couple bands
And that's just for the verse
My release this for my fans like y'all gone go get this work
Got to crawl for you walk
Wanna ball got to work
Have my dog knock him off now your dog in the dirt
In the mall on a perk now your dog on a shirt
I'm a dog I'm a flirt if she call I'm a skirt
Naw
Said he want a whole thing
I only got a half on me
I ain't wanna go to school
Cause I fuck with math only
Boy you better keep a tool
You know what happened to your last homie
I told them labels that it's cool
Shit I'm happy that y'all passed on me
Smelling like a BP
All I got is gas on me
Beat that pussy like a DP why you coming fast on me
Every time you see me you know I got that bag on me
Can't let em' RIP me you know I got that mag on me