[Intro] I know y'all I ain't think I was gone drop a tape And not put a fucking freestyle on that bitch Yall know how I do Let's get it
[Verse 1] I know a couple of niggas They put a price on your head They can’t locate your mama They kill the sister instead Leave you leaking like faucets Touch the line but don’t cross it If a bitch work my nerves I’ll beat her ass in that office I’m that bitch in your city Don’t act like you ain’t know I dropped a tape in the winter So fucking cold that it snow I mean I’m younger than most But I got plug with the vets And my loud be so strong Let me lift that weight of your chest Like you depressed Or half dressed Tell these hoes get it together Your boyfriend gave me brain And I must say he’s mighty clever That GPA is A-Okay No perfume but he gone spray Tell your bitch to play your role ‘Cause I got clips just like Zae Just like me they want to be Got more shores than beside that sea Beside that sea I’m grade A Trucking bitches Chevrolet I do this shit for fun Thought you niggas knew They know my fucking name Tell me who are you? Pretty bitch I am one Competition I been done Y’all was kicking them baby flows I was in the lab standing on my toes Dropping bars like every week I need a mil like after Meek Spent a hundred grand on my bed sheets I ain’t felt it once ‘cause I’m never sleep All in all I’m energized Replacing hoes like school supplies Do this shit for my squad and ‘nem And I won’t stop like I ain’t see the sign No time to be wasted Them choppas out they need braces I’m a big deal to you little hoes Like a loud blunt just face it Street saying I am the best All these hoes is on house arrest Y’all ain’t moving Please don’t confuse me My niggas bang with no drum kits We turning head and I won’t brag But niggas hating like fucking fags All rappers got to give it a break Y’all washed up and I done brought the rag Hating on me just make me proud Superstar in your fucking town Whole city putting fingers up Now the whole city can’t turn me down Making noise and you got to listen Swear to god I’m with the gang missing Injured player I’m an engineer And these bitches broke they need fixing Need a deal You a damn liar Advertise me Who’s flyer? Me nigga that’s too easy Sporting J’s like where’s Stevie? My name is Tink and you can add the G I’m going in like I found the key I found my place and I’m in my zone You niggas scared like y’all home alone I ride alone and I ride for mine Make him do the Grab the 9 Off safety you know it’s real Strong safety who up in the field Niggas talk but ain’t bout it Toss money like a fucking salad Balling out and I’m so official They can’t block me Call private Call back and let money answer So sick mistake me for cancer Why they think should have been a dancer I am the shit so pass me a pamper Pamper me which is a couple stacks No opinion just stating facts I got the title ain’t giving it back Y’all looking for the truth I’m where it’s atTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
