Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here Still downtown, whole crew up in here All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here Like is it the right time, baby?
This is the right time Pour up the white wine All of these bands on me Like it's a lifeline Givenchy for all of my niggas We pull up in slippers, in nighttime Fuckin' bitches in the white robes Let me know that it's the right time All my niggas, they be reppin' it Red bottom when I step in it Niggas with me, gotta let 'em in Sos with me, that's the definite Nyce with me, that's a definite Now you met up with the dogs Gotta fuck 'em all 'fore you meet the President Walked in, all cleaned up Man whole clique on bust down Walked in, got 2 "W"s Now I look like touchdown Pulled up in the I8 With a shirt sayin', "Why hate?" Niggas talkin' I'm a violate Bitch I'm fuckin' up the tristate Uh, Givenchy for all of my niggas 2017, we ain't leavin' a cent on the table For all of you niggas Comin' for all of the figures I'm fuckin' all of you bitches Don't even call em your bitches And baby, I'm all in Givenchy
Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here Still downtown, whole crew up in here All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here Like is it the right time, baby?
Yeah, I heard word around town is I'm poppin' now Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down Just invested in two choppers and they on me now Bitch all you hear was 'grr grr' when I'm hoppin' out Put them bitches in a Range Rove' Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes Niggas runnin' for that paper like Usain Bolt You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that's how the game go You know how that sayin' go Girl, you know I'm poppin' off Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now If you with it you gon' meet me at the lobby now Say you not but girl I know that you are probably down Now what you talkin' 'bout?
What you talkin' 'bout? Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Never do we get in town but tonight feels
Like the blue jays New Toronto bitch we ballin' on your blu-rays I've been mobbin' round the city for like two days Stashin' all this dirty money in a suit case, woah
Don't you know that we got plenty choppers Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker Niggas say that they gon' rob me bitch don't make me stop you Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he down to let it drop you Hit G Weed on the cellphone Make that call from Compton they'll be out on Melrose Trained shooters and they down to touch the railroad And they down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah That shit tell you that I'm poppin' now When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain't no talkin' now Hater niggas talkin' payments but I bought it, wow Reason why we not pull up, them bitches hoppin' out Now what you talkin' 'bout?
What you talkin' 'bout? Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
I'm rollin' downtown I feel so alone And this time I feel like I like it yeah I roll alone downtown And I like it yea
Word around my city is I'm poppin' now, yeah Bitch, don't make no moves in here, just top me down, yeah You was talkin' shit but now you ridin' dick, you ain't slick Why I keep a couple HO, HO's like I'm Saint Nick I just got the Benzo back, you niggas outta luck though You say that's your main girl, then why she tryna fuck for? My chain on scammer, big T Montana Withdraw like diamond, my bitch on Pamela Came through on a hot block with the top drop and the diamonds Stain blue on the hot block in a drop top and I'm shinin' Pocket rocket on me if a nigga wanna creep up on it with recliner Starin' in my rear-view if a nigga tryna creep up on me from behind me Certain niggas tryna text me Play them niggas like a bass flute All you niggas is some waste yutes Boy I will come and erase you Lookin' like I'm in the city slappin', cockin', clickin' up like I'm Nino If he treat the forty-fifth it split him out and singin' to me like Selena
Oh no don't approach me Cause I got that thing on me, and this shit loaded Hope you fuck niggas get shot out all your sneakers Got some real niggas they watching from the bleachers And you know my shooters don't come in no Ubers Cause they can't hop back inside when they shoot ya' That's word to Hollywood soldiers I mean you know what kind of sauce this is when you smell it babyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
