What
What
Let's go
My bitch on her glorilla shit, she f*ckin' me for free
Niggas broke cause they run they mouth, we all know talk is cheap
We throw bullets, pat mahomes, I feel like Sosa, I'm a chief
Bitch, I feel like Erik Spoelstra, cause I always got my heat
Bitch, I just got my own crib, you is not my sneaky link
But don't be tellin' your friends we f*ckin', girl, we keepin' this discreet
Bitch, your friends bad too, I'm tryna get them in my sheets
Like a team with no offense, shawty tryna ride the D
Bitch, I'm sharp, don't need a pencil, spittin' fire off the mental
Shawty say she want a spoon, but I'm not into that utensil, yeah
I ain't forget what you did, you'll never be forgiven
All my exes miss me, they don't never stand on business, let's go
She gon' do whatever for these bands, she don't respect herself
Bitch, I made this money on my own, I had to check myself
Might f*ck around and run for president, I'ma elect myself
Cheated on that bitch like 20 times, I would've left myself
Got my heart broke at 15 and never looked back
I be givin' bitches good D and make them look back
Taught that bitch a lesson one time, now she got good cat
I ain't never had a bitch leave and not get took back
Yeah, these bitches need me
I be out here grantin' bitches wishes like a genie
Niggas know that I can never cap, I'm wearin' beanies
Shawty lookin' sexy in that red, I'm yellin' skeeyee
I'm yellin' skeeyee
Skeeyee
Yeah, you know I'm lookin' for the hoes
F*ck the cons, these bitches know that I'ma-
Okay
Yeah, if you don't got a gun, then we can fight it out
Doin' all that talkin', we pulled up, he quiet as a mouse
F*ck the ugly hoes, I only let bad bitches in my house
Bitch, furniture expensive, I ain't f*ckin' on my couch
Yeah, first time I held a gun, I felt the power
Glock 30, pop a Perk 30, give a dick for hours
Let's go, these niggas ain't R. Kelly, they ain't f*ckin' with the kid
Yeah, statutory rape, these bitches wanna f*ck the kid
Let's go, all I want is sides, I ain't lookin' for a entree
I be makin' bitches say my name like Beyonce
Nigga, I ain't never took a L like Gervonta
Niggas cannot see me with this shit like a blind date
QueTee
QueTee - SOB (Freestyle) Lyrics
QueTee - SOB (Freestyle) Lyrics
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What
What
Let's go
My bitch on her glorilla shit, she f*ckin' me for free
Niggas broke cause they run they mouth, we all know talk is cheap
We throw bullets, pat mahomes, I feel like Sosa, I'm a chief
Bitch, I feel like Erik Spoelstra, cause I always got my heat
Bitch, I just got my own crib, you is not my sneaky link
But don't be tellin' your friends we f*ckin', girl, we keepin' this discreet
Bitch, your friends bad too, I'm tryna get them in my sheets
Like a team with no offense, shawty tryna ride the D
Bitch, I'm sharp, don't need a pencil, spittin' fire off the mental
Shawty say she want a spoon, but I'm not into that utensil, yeah
I ain't forget what you did, you'll never be forgiven
All my exes miss me, they don't never stand on business, let's go
She gon' do whatever for these bands, she don't respect herself
Bitch, I made this money on my own, I had to check myself
Might f*ck around and run for president, I'ma elect myself
Cheated on that bitch like 20 times, I would've left myself
Got my heart broke at 15 and never looked back
I be givin' bitches good D and make them look back
Taught that bitch a lesson one time, now she got good cat
I ain't never had a bitch leave and not get took back
Yeah, these bitches need me
I be out here grantin' bitches wishes like a genie
Niggas know that I can never cap, I'm wearin' beanies
Shawty lookin' sexy in that red, I'm yellin' skeeyee
I'm yellin' skeeyee
Skeeyee
Yeah, you know I'm lookin' for the hoes
F*ck the cons, these bitches know that I'ma-
Okay
Yeah, if you don't got a gun, then we can fight it out
Doin' all that talkin', we pulled up, he quiet as a mouse
F*ck the ugly hoes, I only let bad bitches in my house
Bitch, furniture expensive, I ain't f*ckin' on my couch
Yeah, first time I held a gun, I felt the power
Glock 30, pop a Perk 30, give a dick for hours
Let's go, these niggas ain't R. Kelly, they ain't f*ckin' with the kid
Yeah, statutory rape, these bitches wanna f*ck the kid
Let's go, all I want is sides, I ain't lookin' for a entree
I be makin' bitches say my name like Beyonce
Nigga, I ain't never took a L like Gervonta
Niggas cannot see me with this shit like a blind date
QueTee
What
Let's go
My bitch on her glorilla shit, she f*ckin' me for free
Niggas broke cause they run they mouth, we all know talk is cheap
We throw bullets, pat mahomes, I feel like Sosa, I'm a chief
Bitch, I feel like Erik Spoelstra, cause I always got my heat
Bitch, I just got my own crib, you is not my sneaky link
But don't be tellin' your friends we f*ckin', girl, we keepin' this discreet
Bitch, your friends bad too, I'm tryna get them in my sheets
Like a team with no offense, shawty tryna ride the D
Bitch, I'm sharp, don't need a pencil, spittin' fire off the mental
Shawty say she want a spoon, but I'm not into that utensil, yeah
I ain't forget what you did, you'll never be forgiven
All my exes miss me, they don't never stand on business, let's go
She gon' do whatever for these bands, she don't respect herself
Bitch, I made this money on my own, I had to check myself
Might f*ck around and run for president, I'ma elect myself
Cheated on that bitch like 20 times, I would've left myself
Got my heart broke at 15 and never looked back
I be givin' bitches good D and make them look back
Taught that bitch a lesson one time, now she got good cat
I ain't never had a bitch leave and not get took back
Yeah, these bitches need me
I be out here grantin' bitches wishes like a genie
Niggas know that I can never cap, I'm wearin' beanies
Shawty lookin' sexy in that red, I'm yellin' skeeyee
I'm yellin' skeeyee
Skeeyee
Yeah, you know I'm lookin' for the hoes
F*ck the cons, these bitches know that I'ma-
Okay
Yeah, if you don't got a gun, then we can fight it out
Doin' all that talkin', we pulled up, he quiet as a mouse
F*ck the ugly hoes, I only let bad bitches in my house
Bitch, furniture expensive, I ain't f*ckin' on my couch
Yeah, first time I held a gun, I felt the power
Glock 30, pop a Perk 30, give a dick for hours
Let's go, these niggas ain't R. Kelly, they ain't f*ckin' with the kid
Yeah, statutory rape, these bitches wanna f*ck the kid
Let's go, all I want is sides, I ain't lookin' for a entree
I be makin' bitches say my name like Beyonce
Nigga, I ain't never took a L like Gervonta
Niggas cannot see me with this shit like a blind date
QueTee
Writer: Quantrell Mitchell
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