[Intro] Boht o ya’ll hoes bahahaha Rod Wave, what up? Shot the hundred K From the 772 to the 727 DJ Sure Fire
[Hook] You just, you just got outta school and you ain’t in college Your friends only say all you care bout is knowledge I like it, I like you, I swear that I do I ain’t lying to you and you know that All these niggas be tripping they can’t get no pictures Okay they pulling out they Kodaks And you know that (know that) And you know that (know that) I’m down for you and you know that And you know that (know that) And you know that (know that) I’m here for you and you know that And you know that (know that) And you know that (know that) I’m down for you and I care for you And you know that You know that You know that
[Verse 1] Aye, dropped outta school Hating these dudes (fuck these niggas) Making that money, I’m counting the money they acting real funny Because I done started Getting plenty money in the club and I’m going retarded But you ain’t get nothing from me Aye, acting like everything in this world is free But you know I rock these girls ain’t shit to me They already know how I rock and she is a thot We get it popping all at my party Women and all of them off the Molly’s, shawty tripping, aye Just pull the bottle, chug some Henny girl Why are you playing with my fucking emotions Little nigga made it out a hero And you niggas tripping but your score is zero And niggas winning yeah we in the lead Pussy niggas you ain’t got no speed Next door neighbor claiming he want beef I could give two fucks about the shit that you be saying Nigga I know where you living I got plenty [?] if you got I got plenty niggas who would shoot Run up on me wrong and if a nigga wanna test I’m a bust his ass on the way to road, aye Bust him open like a pinata I’m the niggas told the new chopper If you real put your motherfucking hands up RIP Big Cool, RIP Big Cool, RIP Cool
[Verse 2] Free all my niggas now who tryna get it And rest in peace nigga who died tryna make a living She ain’t never had a young nigga out the trenches Put that Molly in a bottle and now baby in her feelings Can’t decide it when she ride it like a [?] minion She can’t decide it when she find out that a nigga ain’t a gimmick I’m the real deal baby, the real deal baby I’m a roll through the show but I’m still here baby Shawty is [?] he’ll do baby In the [?] the [?] I can still chill baby Need a dose of that dope I’m a pill mill baby You not a joke I can show you a real nigga baby Call a nigga phone and tell a nigga she need me In the car alone I still fuck her to Breezy Shoulda turn a hoe she remind me of TV Woulda run the hoe she remind me of Fiji
[Outro] Yeah yeah uh DJ ure Fire Collect Call EPTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
