[Intro: Duffle Bag Hottie]
Bring the beat up some
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
Don't care if it take twenty takes
I’m here, nigga
Uh, go
Shit they wanna hear, right?
[Verse 1: Duffle Bag Hottie]
I just parked the foreign on your BM lungs (Skrrt)
She hit my licks too and she ain't with you, and she on my bum (Facts)
They only fuck with you, it's beneficial, them is not my sons (That’s facts)
I said I don't bite my tongue, you want a jaw broke, nigga? Hold my gun (Over here)
I really play with them bricks (I did), I put that on my son (Yeah)
I really play with them sticks, got shot in the back and it scarred my lungs (Boom)
I really jumped out the bed with the AK, I really served my moms (I did)
I really stayed down with a street walker, I gave that hoe bitch crumbs (I did)
I really ran up some money, that's why your lil' bitch give me cudi, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Certain niggas actin' funny, but that's what just come with the money, yeah, yeah (I don't care about that, yeah, yeah)
My BSF chain is flooded, I'm walkin’ ’round, doin' the Dougie, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All the plugs tryna front me, the old me would’ve walked him (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas keep droppin' up samples, plug not matchin' my standards (How would you do?)
I drop a block in the pot (skrrt, skrrt), and whip it up (skrrt, skrrt), like it was scrambled (Skrrt, yeah, yeah)
I got my lil' man on the scanner (yeah), and my bitch watchin’ all the cameras (Bitch)
And I'm gettin' busy in my wife beater, while I'm tryna whip all of these grams up (Yeah, yeah)
Bring the beat up some
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
Don't care if it take twenty takes
I’m here, nigga
Uh, go
Shit they wanna hear, right?
[Verse 1: Duffle Bag Hottie]
I just parked the foreign on your BM lungs (Skrrt)
She hit my licks too and she ain't with you, and she on my bum (Facts)
They only fuck with you, it's beneficial, them is not my sons (That’s facts)
I said I don't bite my tongue, you want a jaw broke, nigga? Hold my gun (Over here)
I really play with them bricks (I did), I put that on my son (Yeah)
I really play with them sticks, got shot in the back and it scarred my lungs (Boom)
I really jumped out the bed with the AK, I really served my moms (I did)
I really stayed down with a street walker, I gave that hoe bitch crumbs (I did)
I really ran up some money, that's why your lil' bitch give me cudi, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Certain niggas actin' funny, but that's what just come with the money, yeah, yeah (I don't care about that, yeah, yeah)
My BSF chain is flooded, I'm walkin’ ’round, doin' the Dougie, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
All the plugs tryna front me, the old me would’ve walked him (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas keep droppin' up samples, plug not matchin' my standards (How would you do?)
I drop a block in the pot (skrrt, skrrt), and whip it up (skrrt, skrrt), like it was scrambled (Skrrt, yeah, yeah)
I got my lil' man on the scanner (yeah), and my bitch watchin’ all the cameras (Bitch)
And I'm gettin' busy in my wife beater, while I'm tryna whip all of these grams up (Yeah, yeah)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!