We don't * with these niggas, they hoes
Bitch
Who the * is this shawty?
Who the * is your nigga?
How you get to this party?
Don't be ragwoods, I like swishers
I got a Draco and a Statling
Shoot the car, try to knock out the engine
I keep this * kickin' on top of my pen
Better order my pouch, gotta know I ain't slippin'
Back
I want everything black
Want everything black
I'm bindin' everything black
I want that ass fat
My Ryan's Rover black
I want a hoe to the back
I want a hang around cat
And I want to show that she bad
I want a beat in the back
And I want to kill all my opps
Dead ain't comin' back
I want to hit her, I'm slippin'
I want to keep this *
I'm checkin'
And I want to bop like dead ain't rollin'
It's like a nigga, Ric Flair
Wait, like a nigga, Ric Flair
And I want down there, dead ain't rollin'
It's like a nigga, Ric Flair
Like a nigga, Ric Flair
And I'm so high, might fly a bitch off her to die my hair
These rappers be talkin' that * and they broke
And ain't no full effect, I make slams pull up
They be stealin' the sway, so we fuckin' they hoes
Pick her up, eat the bitch at the back of my truck
I don't care, all this money not here for the *
They'll arrive me on top while I sit in the chair
I be feedin' the bitch, I be takin' care
I can pull her * off cause I pay for the help
I don't * with these niggas, they hoes
We don't * with these niggas, they hoes
Why you think we be fuckin' they hoes?
Tell them that I'm just *
How you think that I pay for their rules?
I just kicked up in the paint
You know that I bought my boots
You know that I'm just fuckin' they hoes