Letras
It's all must
It's all must
I'm with the funk, it's all must
Swear to God, baby, I'm with the funk, uh-huh
Swear to God
Uh-huh, ayy
Swear to God
It's nothing
Passing out L's like water cups
I'm in that mode, baby
This ain't got nothing to do with luck
That boy gone get exposed
Trying to act like he one of us
That boy don't get exposed
Swear to God, I call bluffs
Swear to God, they really got your back
It's all a front
Swear to God, I pull out this stack
They all hush
On everything
They call me Mr. Laps
I run it up on everything
Bitch, I'm about the facts
Quit talking dumb
How I know I'm not your type
The one you with a bun
You don't like niggas with bread
You like the ones with crumbs
Swear to God, I make you beat it
Turn you to a drum
Type to make it add up
I'm always into something
Ran the play extra smooth
Now we fist bumpin
I-I-I just walked up in the room
Now they bitch clutching
Baby, I'm a big timer
I know I do the stunting
Fuck a rabbit, baby
When it come to dough, I hunt it
Like it's tatted on my stomach
Whole life, I thug it
Sound too good to believe, man
I can't trust it
I ain't the Seahawks, baby
If it's forth and goal, I run it
And I call her lil mama pistol
Cause she love to bust it
And she love to bust it
And she love to her bust it
And she love to bust it
And I call lil mama pistol
Cause she love to bust it
And she love to bust it
And she love to bust it
And I call lil mama pistol
Cause she love to bust it