[Intro]
(Bless U Andy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
Ayy, why you stay asking where I'm going?
Ain't important, when my phone ringing, baby, I ain't coming back
On her mattress and I really got her face down
We about to phase out, I'm gon' pull a face out
You the type to fuck me for my riches (Okay, okay, okay)
But you keep it on the low, and probably God could be your witness (Okay, okay, okay)
I could never speak up on a witness
If I did it, then I did it, ride around in that two door tinted
[Verse 1]
Check me off a bean once again (Yeah)
We make opps, we don't make friends
Better tuck tight when you ride with your kin
Hollow tip, hollow tip, FN split
Didn't take no Percs, now I feel sick
Okay, you hate that I'm off it (Ooh)
We sip Wock', get nauseous (Ooh)
Like The Clash, we fuck like a moshpit (Yeah)
Man, I get too high way often
Hope you don't tell my mom and them (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too paranoid, I'm off the pill (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got horsepower, shift in third gear inside a Benz
I hold thirty round hollow tips, we tote F&Ns
Fuck is thirty bands? I've been getting money from the beginning
Niggas ain't really how they feel, it's okay, boy, shit, I get it
We don't make a sound, when that debt man come, he staying hidden (Okay)
Hope you got your Glocks on (Okay)
Hope you got your TECs on (Yeah)
We gon' go out, wreck something
(Bless U Andy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
Ayy, why you stay asking where I'm going?
Ain't important, when my phone ringing, baby, I ain't coming back
On her mattress and I really got her face down
We about to phase out, I'm gon' pull a face out
You the type to fuck me for my riches (Okay, okay, okay)
But you keep it on the low, and probably God could be your witness (Okay, okay, okay)
I could never speak up on a witness
If I did it, then I did it, ride around in that two door tinted
[Verse 1]
Check me off a bean once again (Yeah)
We make opps, we don't make friends
Better tuck tight when you ride with your kin
Hollow tip, hollow tip, FN split
Didn't take no Percs, now I feel sick
Okay, you hate that I'm off it (Ooh)
We sip Wock', get nauseous (Ooh)
Like The Clash, we fuck like a moshpit (Yeah)
Man, I get too high way often
Hope you don't tell my mom and them (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too paranoid, I'm off the pill (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got horsepower, shift in third gear inside a Benz
I hold thirty round hollow tips, we tote F&Ns
Fuck is thirty bands? I've been getting money from the beginning
Niggas ain't really how they feel, it's okay, boy, shit, I get it
We don't make a sound, when that debt man come, he staying hidden (Okay)
Hope you got your Glocks on (Okay)
Hope you got your TECs on (Yeah)
We gon' go out, wreck something
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