Letras
Nigga don't ask bout none these hoes
That ain't my concern
I done ran up all this money
Can't tell you what I earned
Ain't got shit for none of the bitches
That's one thing I learned
Won't double back on a ex I won't send her a text
I'm turnt not burnt
Baby my new shit bad imma pass
I'm straight on that hoe like a perm
Fucking on fine shit
She let me beat up that pussy like Tommy Herns
Owe me money better pay me
Pulling up like Big Worm
Owe me money better pay me
Pulling up like Big Worm
OT looking for drank
I just scored me a pint of Tris in Jers
Fine shit Tammat get me a bag
She getting on my nerves
Outside smelling like zat tell em suck my dick
Nigga flip em a bird
I'm tryna burn the opps
When you send that drop get a hundred urns
Plastic box done blew up
We smacked em and he hit the curb
That's how yo dawg got clapped
All my opps got belt
Niggas said done scored on us you know he cap
We Ain't really doing no talking we giving out head taps
Yo last nigga crabbing I'm having this shit on the regular
Baby you know I'm that
Me and Luh Nero went back to back lines of Tris
My stomach fat
Even if I wasn't rapping I'll still work the backseat I'll still catch hats
Nigga ain't having no motion these niggas trap slow as fuck can't make a rack
I'm throwing out my cup and pouring another line my soda flat
Nigga don't ask bout none these hoes
That ain't my concern
I done ran up all this money
Can't tell you what I earned
Ain't got shit for none of the bitches
That's one thing I learned
Won't double back on a ex I won't send her a text
I'm turnt not burnt
Baby my new shit bad imma pass
I'm straight on that hoe like a perm
Fucking on fine shit
She let me beat up that pussy like Tommy Herns