No Vaseline (Bonus Track)

She was fucked by a dope fein,

I pour the Luna in the Codeine

I Mix the wocky with Casa

Yeah I don't think

Man If You ain't treated like a king, get ya ass up and leave

Cause she ain't kneeling to ya feet

A bitch ain't shit, but a trick

That's trynna hit a lick,

Girl don't call me for dick

You Ugly ass hoes, get back shots

I call em, "Snapshots"

I'll hit her once like a jackpot

Throw the bitch to the gang

Cause we'll never hang

Bitch, I ain't trynna see a thang

You thinking that she yours cause she using ya slang?

She at the club with her friends, still shakin' her thang

I think I kinda like her

I Shot my shot, like a sniper

She stole my heart, just like a nigga do a lighter

I say that I'm a lover not a fighter

That's why I got the 12 gauge pump

It'll strike, like a viper

I was broke doing rich shit,

I don't miss it, I got a bag and I flipped it

I got a pint, yeah you know I gotta sip shit

Cause Old me, still would've had his wrist slit

Nah I been the type to give up, but you could still get hit up

Drum mag, making sure a he lit up

Fat pockets on me, "Ouu kill 'em"

Shawty ridin' the opps, now she gotta die with em'

(Can we run that back)

Ain't no spinning back for me

Heard ya block dry, think it needed Vaseline

Come get ya bitch back, ain't no getting back from me

If you want her, you can have her

Get her

After me

Man it was late night chillin'

But the tension wasn't building

I said, "I love you"

But really I was kidding

I ain't gotta mean a damn thing

Cause when it come to broke hoes

I'll never give the bitch a damn ring

When these hoes want Prada,

You take they ass to the block,

And tell they ass to make a dolla'

Man pimpin' ain't shit to me,

Cause I can have plenty hoes, and still be a mystery

She in her close friends dissing me

Telling y'all, "fuck me"

But my shawty really missing me

Nah, I ain't toxic, but I love her

But really it was fuck her

Talk to her, I'll kill a mothafucka'