The way that i f*ck that hoe
She gon say that i do too much
Cant get close to none of you bitches
Know that its hard to trust
Been known to fan out rats and snitches
So dont come round
You aint down with us
Just cash a check
Pop that shit and make it buss (buss)
Aint drop shit in a while
You know ill come back
Know that im the man still
Dont try to f*ck with me
Ill turn this shit up
And make it a stand still
Different colored money like pittsburgh steelers
Its gemini season lil bitch like skrilla
And just like a villain got goons and killers
You up in your head
Your mental is doomed
Im chilling just buying some villas
Im sending my bros to go watch on the block like surveillance
You talking down all on my name
And you thought that i wasnt gon pull up
And do nothing about it
Now im knocking on your door
You better come out or
Im leaving your body in valley
All of that shit you was talking
All up on the net
Now you wanna say that it aint valid
Take me a trip to your hood
Me and my gang yeah we just took a ride
Scared of getting rich because im thinking about all the drugs that i might buy
Look at myself in the mirror i know that this shit gonna kill me
But really i aint tryna die
That boy just be posting that shit up
On instagram thinking he hard
But he aint that guy
I just be dropping consistently
Making these songs with efficiency
Yeah yall aint on my grind
I just be popping my shit
I just be
I just be popping my shit
That hoe was sucking my dick like a tick
Bitch pass me the bong finna take me a hit
Bitch pass me the mic finna make me a hit
Said i drove her ass crazy told that bitch get a grip
Gotta talk to the cops dont be saying no shit
Got a problem inside of my head then that syrup getting sipped
Praying that one day that all of the voices inside of my head that shit get zipped
Took that bar i dont give a f*ck
Aint live past twenty nah bitch out of luck
Yeah
I shook hands with death and the devil
Thank god im alive i was wearing that belt
They pulled up too early tryna send me to hell
And if they ever get me know that im breaking out doom slayer
The way that i f*ck that hoe
She gon say that i do too much
Cant get close to none of you bitches
Know that its hard to trust
Been known to fan out rats and snitches
So dont come round
You aint down with us
Just cash a check
Pop that shit and make it buss (buss)
Onestarclub*
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The way that i f*ck that hoe
She gon say that i do too much
Cant get close to none of you bitches
Know that its hard to trust
Been known to fan out rats and snitches
So dont come round
You aint down with us
Just cash a check
Pop that shit and make it buss (buss)
Aint drop shit in a while
You know ill come back
Know that im the man still
Dont try to f*ck with me
Ill turn this shit up
And make it a stand still
Different colored money like pittsburgh steelers
Its gemini season lil bitch like skrilla
And just like a villain got goons and killers
You up in your head
Your mental is doomed
Im chilling just buying some villas
Im sending my bros to go watch on the block like surveillance
You talking down all on my name
And you thought that i wasnt gon pull up
And do nothing about it
Now im knocking on your door
You better come out or
Im leaving your body in valley
All of that shit you was talking
All up on the net
Now you wanna say that it aint valid
Take me a trip to your hood
Me and my gang yeah we just took a ride
Scared of getting rich because im thinking about all the drugs that i might buy
Look at myself in the mirror i know that this shit gonna kill me
But really i aint tryna die
That boy just be posting that shit up
On instagram thinking he hard
But he aint that guy
I just be dropping consistently
Making these songs with efficiency
Yeah yall aint on my grind
I just be popping my shit
I just be
I just be popping my shit
That hoe was sucking my dick like a tick
Bitch pass me the bong finna take me a hit
Bitch pass me the mic finna make me a hit
Said i drove her ass crazy told that bitch get a grip
Gotta talk to the cops dont be saying no shit
Got a problem inside of my head then that syrup getting sipped
Praying that one day that all of the voices inside of my head that shit get zipped
Took that bar i dont give a f*ck
Aint live past twenty nah bitch out of luck
Yeah
I shook hands with death and the devil
Thank god im alive i was wearing that belt
They pulled up too early tryna send me to hell
And if they ever get me know that im breaking out doom slayer
The way that i f*ck that hoe
She gon say that i do too much
Cant get close to none of you bitches
Know that its hard to trust
Been known to fan out rats and snitches
So dont come round
You aint down with us
Just cash a check
Pop that shit and make it buss (buss)
Onestarclub*
She gon say that i do too much
Cant get close to none of you bitches
Know that its hard to trust
Been known to fan out rats and snitches
So dont come round
You aint down with us
Just cash a check
Pop that shit and make it buss (buss)
Aint drop shit in a while
You know ill come back
Know that im the man still
Dont try to f*ck with me
Ill turn this shit up
And make it a stand still
Different colored money like pittsburgh steelers
Its gemini season lil bitch like skrilla
And just like a villain got goons and killers
You up in your head
Your mental is doomed
Im chilling just buying some villas
Im sending my bros to go watch on the block like surveillance
You talking down all on my name
And you thought that i wasnt gon pull up
And do nothing about it
Now im knocking on your door
You better come out or
Im leaving your body in valley
All of that shit you was talking
All up on the net
Now you wanna say that it aint valid
Take me a trip to your hood
Me and my gang yeah we just took a ride
Scared of getting rich because im thinking about all the drugs that i might buy
Look at myself in the mirror i know that this shit gonna kill me
But really i aint tryna die
That boy just be posting that shit up
On instagram thinking he hard
But he aint that guy
I just be dropping consistently
Making these songs with efficiency
Yeah yall aint on my grind
I just be popping my shit
I just be
I just be popping my shit
That hoe was sucking my dick like a tick
Bitch pass me the bong finna take me a hit
Bitch pass me the mic finna make me a hit
Said i drove her ass crazy told that bitch get a grip
Gotta talk to the cops dont be saying no shit
Got a problem inside of my head then that syrup getting sipped
Praying that one day that all of the voices inside of my head that shit get zipped
Took that bar i dont give a f*ck
Aint live past twenty nah bitch out of luck
Yeah
I shook hands with death and the devil
Thank god im alive i was wearing that belt
They pulled up too early tryna send me to hell
And if they ever get me know that im breaking out doom slayer
The way that i f*ck that hoe
She gon say that i do too much
Cant get close to none of you bitches
Know that its hard to trust
Been known to fan out rats and snitches
So dont come round
You aint down with us
Just cash a check
Pop that shit and make it buss (buss)
Onestarclub*
Writer: Caden Wilson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid