Thb Salle - Don't You See Lyrics

You ain't shit lil bitch you a peon
I'm David Ruffin reincarnated - Leon
My lil homies got a plug with Koreans
Riding around with a halfa brick of H in a neon
If you ain't know bitch the muthaf*ckin king home
I got old head niggaz from then King Homes
That'll slit a nigga throat for a clean zone
Then walk off whistling the Andy Griffin theme song
My team strong we'll flat bench a whole bale
Thats why them peoples on my ass like a coattail
And we don't break shit down flip it wholesale
My momma praying I don't go back to the old Salle
I kept a pistol on me laying on my lap hoe
Ah be a shitty situation like he lactose
I let the mack blow what I gotta act fo
Been moving diesel got the game in the Shaq post -that's shaq yo
Bitch I'm counting bands wit my mans on the kitchen flo
Main hoe tripping asking what I'm in the kitchen fo
Don't you see this money don't you see this hard white
And I got a split left it's go be a long night
My lil nigga hit me up and said he need a whole thang
I told him get in line clientele look like a soul train
Don't you see this money don't you see this digit scale
Don't you hear this baking soda screaming out get it Salle
Play them pussy ass games with them niggaz that you run with
We kill over here get the f*ck on with that dumb shit
Pump split a nigga head in half look like a Christmas ham
Gave his ass the whole clip can't say that we don't give a damn
Gave them yams to my nigga Jay he took a long trip
Got em gone quick in Idaho they call them zones zips
Call em what you want just don't call without my paper nigga
I'll send them barbers at you they ain't calling for no tapers nigga
Nice with them hammers nail a nigga to the kitchen Flo
Suds mixed with blood what the f*ck he do the dishes fo
Hit my folks up in Flint town they bout that trigger play
The only way they eat is taking hits you want a dinner date
Think about it (Think about it) they don't even blink about it
I know yo chain of command don't make me take a link up out it
Take drink about it and get naughty wit a cold freak
Probably lost some dollars but I bet I won't lose no sleep, not a peep
Bitch I'm counting bands wit my mans on the kitchen flo
Main hoe tripping asking what I'm in the kitchen fo
Don't you see this money don't you see this hard white
And I got a split left it's go be a long night
My lil nigga hit me up and said he need a whole thang
I told him get in line clientele look like a soul train
Don't you see this money don't you see this digit scale
Don't you hear this baking soda screaming out get it Salle