[Intro] Who the fuck told these hoes that they could spit? It's kind of funny tho Like they really think they be spitting jigg Look I'm finna go in one time Okay
[Verse 1] Swear I need about 6 figures Take your money like young niggas Rap bitches ain't making moves They might as well just take a picture Might as well keep on the flash These hoes can't even see me I tell yo bitch to salute the cash My shits official like Chief Keef
Cooling out for my youngins' That pack reeking like onions How many hoes up on my dick Stop counting at 3hunna Don't count it up I just write checks No rodeo but I ride necks See I get with that rugrat That random brain call it tough brats
Check it I ain't no judger These hoes can't tell me nothing Ain't worried bout no twitter diss I'm tryna fan you in public Fan yo ass on Fox News Fanned you missing like Blues Clues Have my bros go chain your mom I say the word like "chu chu"
And yeah she's a gunna These niggas pussy chu' wanna These fuck niggas tryna blend in I call they ass Iguanas I pop off like gunfire Call you out like an umpire Tell these hoes to catch up They moving slow like limewire Moving slow but don't make the feds Rush the door ain't let us in Hit the floor that nigga dead It's a bake sell cause taking bread This summer is not a game I'm bringing some heat No swisher but don't be blunt All these hoes weak Get your bars up Better get yo game tight Like you ain't pay the field Bitch I'm bout to take the life Get yo paper up and maybe we can talk No discount but best believe Nigga I'm taking off
[Outro] Thats it These hoes already know what it is Tink G Lets get it, lets get it I ain't even gotta say too muchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
