[Verse 1] Stay safe, fully loaded choppa, nigga I'm eating steak All you hoes snakes in the grass, I got to cut my shit You was ridin' with me on the bus, now you talkin' shit Never been a lame, that's on my mama, yeah they know my name Taylor Blood way before Cuban, yeah I been the same That's when I was beatin' little bitches, now I'm getting dough Yeah, so this tech gotta greet you hoe Only see me out if I'm gettin' paid for a show Bands in my pocket, not on my head, cuz you hoes broke Bitches wanna fight, ain't got no life, get yo mind right Bitch get out yo feelings talkin' hard like a fuckin' dyke Man this shit so easy I be doin' it while I'm sleepy Poppin' pills gettin' geeky Never been a sellout, get a shoot I go to BelAir 40 with the dick, so you know my shit stand out Bad yellow bitch, I ain't neva got no handouts
[Hook] Say they on my head, they ain't drop shit Ratchet ass weave, that's a mopstick Have my nigga at yo crib on some hot shit Steady screamin' fuck the opps bitch
[Verse 2] Fuck a opp bitch, you a broke bitch You ain't got shit, you ain't doin' shit You ain't hittin' licks You ain't gettin' rich, you a sad bitch On the gram, you a mad bitch If I see you you a target You and that retarded bitch, I'll spit on you with them dirty shoes Yeah bitch, yo nigga always fuckin' choose I be with killers, they ain't got shit to lose Fake ass rappin' bitch, you be buyin' views Slide down with them poles, have you on the news Playin' crazy, playin' roles have you on the news Heard you tellin' on yo niggas, why they wearin' blues? Never told a soul, I been countin' blues
[Hook] Say they on my head, they ain't drop shit Ratchet ass weave, that's a mopstick Have my nigga at yo crib on some hot shit Steady screamin' fuck the opps bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
