Yeah
You niggas know it's Ref in this bitch right
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Man these niggas cap
Put that shit on wax
Really got the choppas blow out niggas backs
Spaghetti strap nigga
F*ck all that talking get back
Better relax nigga
Pull up on buddy in a Lac nigga
To make the pack bigger
Hustling until I got like seven figures
And the gang on
Got some niggas who ain't coming home they gone remain gone
Bitch I'm the Ref
I call the shots they bring the game home
Pack just touchdown
I told them meet me in the end zone
I don't trust not a damn soul it ain't no friend zone
You can call on me but ain't a nigga I can lean on
And I know you ain't gone call me when that green gone
You just riding a wave
But you don't even know the ocean dry today
I wanna f*ck she said ok
She said a 100 I said that's straight
Soon as I walk thru the door start to feed your face
Bitch hurry up I gotta go
A nigga trying too catch a play
Started at the bottom scraping out the pot to make a way
Hit it with the Aye
Took it to my people she said it's straight
She wants to make a trade for some shit that I ain't trying to say
That ain't my type of play
Just call me when you got the the money bae
You ain't hand to hand so you can't relate to the shit I say
Niggas clout chasing
I'm tryna get some money get out the way
Soon as I meet the quota I'm going back in the house today
Call your bitch up ask her can she get some time away
Is you trying to make some money basically is what I'm trying to say
Pussy paid
Any other time can't get the time of day
Pay for the bitch to leave me alone is basically what I'm trying to say
Main bitch gotta main bitch
We go in double dates
Same bitch that she came with she got her paper straight
Swerving in and out the lane and shit
Ion know who head was greatest
Pulled up to the V
Fifth floor took the elevator
You ain't f*cking with no scrub shorty
I'm trying to elevate you
Bitch stay down with me and stack it up until we got hella paper
House a sky scraper
Just a little bit more baby
Had to fix up my grind baby
I'm tired of waiting it's time ticking
Take it Ref you got every reason
Foot on they neck until they ain't breathing
It's crunch time f*ck a lunch line
Rob you for your little pack
Gimme that that shit mine
Flexing on the internet about it
That shyt dead
My stomach love bread
I'm just tryna make sure I stay feed
He took a shot at me
That's foul on the play I blew the whistle
He home that's what she said
She wrong that's that bitch head
Damn dome doctor told me that she had some great head
I told her call me Lloyd
She ask me why?
Bitch I rock your bed
You know I got shooters
We look like shottas as all these f*cking dreads
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English
Yeah
You niggas know it's Ref in this bitch right
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Man these niggas cap
Put that shit on wax
Really got the choppas blow out niggas backs
Spaghetti strap nigga
F*ck all that talking get back
Better relax nigga
Pull up on buddy in a Lac nigga
To make the pack bigger
Hustling until I got like seven figures
And the gang on
Got some niggas who ain't coming home they gone remain gone
Bitch I'm the Ref
I call the shots they bring the game home
Pack just touchdown
I told them meet me in the end zone
I don't trust not a damn soul it ain't no friend zone
You can call on me but ain't a nigga I can lean on
And I know you ain't gone call me when that green gone
You just riding a wave
But you don't even know the ocean dry today
I wanna f*ck she said ok
She said a 100 I said that's straight
Soon as I walk thru the door start to feed your face
Bitch hurry up I gotta go
A nigga trying too catch a play
Started at the bottom scraping out the pot to make a way
Hit it with the Aye
Took it to my people she said it's straight
She wants to make a trade for some shit that I ain't trying to say
That ain't my type of play
Just call me when you got the the money bae
You ain't hand to hand so you can't relate to the shit I say
Niggas clout chasing
I'm tryna get some money get out the way
Soon as I meet the quota I'm going back in the house today
Call your bitch up ask her can she get some time away
Is you trying to make some money basically is what I'm trying to say
Pussy paid
Any other time can't get the time of day
Pay for the bitch to leave me alone is basically what I'm trying to say
Main bitch gotta main bitch
We go in double dates
Same bitch that she came with she got her paper straight
Swerving in and out the lane and shit
Ion know who head was greatest
Pulled up to the V
Fifth floor took the elevator
You ain't f*cking with no scrub shorty
I'm trying to elevate you
Bitch stay down with me and stack it up until we got hella paper
House a sky scraper
Just a little bit more baby
Had to fix up my grind baby
I'm tired of waiting it's time ticking
Take it Ref you got every reason
Foot on they neck until they ain't breathing
It's crunch time f*ck a lunch line
Rob you for your little pack
Gimme that that shit mine
Flexing on the internet about it
That shyt dead
My stomach love bread
I'm just tryna make sure I stay feed
He took a shot at me
That's foul on the play I blew the whistle
He home that's what she said
She wrong that's that bitch head
Damn dome doctor told me that she had some great head
I told her call me Lloyd
She ask me why?
Bitch I rock your bed
You know I got shooters
We look like shottas as all these f*cking dreads
Pow Pow
You niggas know it's Ref in this bitch right
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Man these niggas cap
Put that shit on wax
Really got the choppas blow out niggas backs
Spaghetti strap nigga
F*ck all that talking get back
Better relax nigga
Pull up on buddy in a Lac nigga
To make the pack bigger
Hustling until I got like seven figures
And the gang on
Got some niggas who ain't coming home they gone remain gone
Bitch I'm the Ref
I call the shots they bring the game home
Pack just touchdown
I told them meet me in the end zone
I don't trust not a damn soul it ain't no friend zone
You can call on me but ain't a nigga I can lean on
And I know you ain't gone call me when that green gone
You just riding a wave
But you don't even know the ocean dry today
I wanna f*ck she said ok
She said a 100 I said that's straight
Soon as I walk thru the door start to feed your face
Bitch hurry up I gotta go
A nigga trying too catch a play
Started at the bottom scraping out the pot to make a way
Hit it with the Aye
Took it to my people she said it's straight
She wants to make a trade for some shit that I ain't trying to say
That ain't my type of play
Just call me when you got the the money bae
You ain't hand to hand so you can't relate to the shit I say
Niggas clout chasing
I'm tryna get some money get out the way
Soon as I meet the quota I'm going back in the house today
Call your bitch up ask her can she get some time away
Is you trying to make some money basically is what I'm trying to say
Pussy paid
Any other time can't get the time of day
Pay for the bitch to leave me alone is basically what I'm trying to say
Main bitch gotta main bitch
We go in double dates
Same bitch that she came with she got her paper straight
Swerving in and out the lane and shit
Ion know who head was greatest
Pulled up to the V
Fifth floor took the elevator
You ain't f*cking with no scrub shorty
I'm trying to elevate you
Bitch stay down with me and stack it up until we got hella paper
House a sky scraper
Just a little bit more baby
Had to fix up my grind baby
I'm tired of waiting it's time ticking
Take it Ref you got every reason
Foot on they neck until they ain't breathing
It's crunch time f*ck a lunch line
Rob you for your little pack
Gimme that that shit mine
Flexing on the internet about it
That shyt dead
My stomach love bread
I'm just tryna make sure I stay feed
He took a shot at me
That's foul on the play I blew the whistle
He home that's what she said
She wrong that's that bitch head
Damn dome doctor told me that she had some great head
I told her call me Lloyd
She ask me why?
Bitch I rock your bed
You know I got shooters
We look like shottas as all these f*cking dreads
Pow Pow
Writer: Farrell Blake
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