Don't give a f*ck about no stank hoe
Cuz I'm about my peso
Got it on me dog I can't go
That's why I got to lay low
And these haters want my bankroll
But I'm real and I can't fold
Please God send me a angel
The devil need to let go
Unhk bout his paper he aint worried bout no thot
Unhk got his K he aint worried bout no opps
Nigga them dealer plates, I worried bout no cops
You feel'n some type of way, those are bitch feelings
You need to stop
Forgi box chevy flex'n on the autobahn
Water whip it skillet, I ain't sell'n no straight drop
I f*ck her long, you f*ck her wrong
You lay her up, I send her home
Shipping in Drank, sending them phones
Zero the bopper finesse'n so cold
Changing the vin number, flex'n so bold
Shipping them pints aint f*ck'n with coke
Alfred Lawrence flex in my clothes
Snake on my shoes, mink on my coat
Finesse'n the apple tree, ain't never going broke
Finesse'n the apple tree, talking about then phones
Don't give a f*ck about no stank hoe
Cuz I'm about my peso
Got it on me dog I can't go
That's why I got to lay low
And these haters want my bankroll
But I'm real and I can't fold
Please God send me a angel
The devil need to let go
Finna buy the check, all I want is my respect
Spending hundreds out the sweats
Talk'n boats up on a jet
Lil homies need role models
Big homies need gold bottles
I buckle down and I go for both
What I owe the both is like no problem
Live my life cuz I could've died
Or worse yet be a f*ck'n hater
Hoes like to be your f*ck'n problem
I ignore em now than f*ck em later
You should clap cuz I could've clapped
I clock money to avoid time
For lane sake just avoid mine
Dozen watches but no time
No fair, No flex, Gucci specs means no glare
I need a show, nah f*ck that I need a Cosby crib
Like I know Claire
No top and I let it down
Fresh off a stain cuz Unhk told me
I got a band for every bump on a bitch face that stunted on me
I swear
Unhkl Flex - Devil Need 2 Let Go (feat. FIN) Lyrics
Unhkl Flex - Devil Need 2 Let Go (feat. FIN) Lyrics
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Don't give a f*ck about no stank hoe
Cuz I'm about my peso
Got it on me dog I can't go
That's why I got to lay low
And these haters want my bankroll
But I'm real and I can't fold
Please God send me a angel
The devil need to let go
Unhk bout his paper he aint worried bout no thot
Unhk got his K he aint worried bout no opps
Nigga them dealer plates, I worried bout no cops
You feel'n some type of way, those are bitch feelings
You need to stop
Forgi box chevy flex'n on the autobahn
Water whip it skillet, I ain't sell'n no straight drop
I f*ck her long, you f*ck her wrong
You lay her up, I send her home
Shipping in Drank, sending them phones
Zero the bopper finesse'n so cold
Changing the vin number, flex'n so bold
Shipping them pints aint f*ck'n with coke
Alfred Lawrence flex in my clothes
Snake on my shoes, mink on my coat
Finesse'n the apple tree, ain't never going broke
Finesse'n the apple tree, talking about then phones
Don't give a f*ck about no stank hoe
Cuz I'm about my peso
Got it on me dog I can't go
That's why I got to lay low
And these haters want my bankroll
But I'm real and I can't fold
Please God send me a angel
The devil need to let go
Finna buy the check, all I want is my respect
Spending hundreds out the sweats
Talk'n boats up on a jet
Lil homies need role models
Big homies need gold bottles
I buckle down and I go for both
What I owe the both is like no problem
Live my life cuz I could've died
Or worse yet be a f*ck'n hater
Hoes like to be your f*ck'n problem
I ignore em now than f*ck em later
You should clap cuz I could've clapped
I clock money to avoid time
For lane sake just avoid mine
Dozen watches but no time
No fair, No flex, Gucci specs means no glare
I need a show, nah f*ck that I need a Cosby crib
Like I know Claire
No top and I let it down
Fresh off a stain cuz Unhk told me
I got a band for every bump on a bitch face that stunted on me
I swear
Cuz I'm about my peso
Got it on me dog I can't go
That's why I got to lay low
And these haters want my bankroll
But I'm real and I can't fold
Please God send me a angel
The devil need to let go
Unhk bout his paper he aint worried bout no thot
Unhk got his K he aint worried bout no opps
Nigga them dealer plates, I worried bout no cops
You feel'n some type of way, those are bitch feelings
You need to stop
Forgi box chevy flex'n on the autobahn
Water whip it skillet, I ain't sell'n no straight drop
I f*ck her long, you f*ck her wrong
You lay her up, I send her home
Shipping in Drank, sending them phones
Zero the bopper finesse'n so cold
Changing the vin number, flex'n so bold
Shipping them pints aint f*ck'n with coke
Alfred Lawrence flex in my clothes
Snake on my shoes, mink on my coat
Finesse'n the apple tree, ain't never going broke
Finesse'n the apple tree, talking about then phones
Don't give a f*ck about no stank hoe
Cuz I'm about my peso
Got it on me dog I can't go
That's why I got to lay low
And these haters want my bankroll
But I'm real and I can't fold
Please God send me a angel
The devil need to let go
Finna buy the check, all I want is my respect
Spending hundreds out the sweats
Talk'n boats up on a jet
Lil homies need role models
Big homies need gold bottles
I buckle down and I go for both
What I owe the both is like no problem
Live my life cuz I could've died
Or worse yet be a f*ck'n hater
Hoes like to be your f*ck'n problem
I ignore em now than f*ck em later
You should clap cuz I could've clapped
I clock money to avoid time
For lane sake just avoid mine
Dozen watches but no time
No fair, No flex, Gucci specs means no glare
I need a show, nah f*ck that I need a Cosby crib
Like I know Claire
No top and I let it down
Fresh off a stain cuz Unhk told me
I got a band for every bump on a bitch face that stunted on me
I swear
Writer: Alfred Larry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid