[Intro: Niontay]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Niontay]
He want a what for the what? I see, for surely (Come on)
Bitch knowin' not to hit my mup when it's early
Had ran into a powerhouse, inadvertently
Tell your nigga go return them jeans back, 'cause it hurt to see
I been steppin' so long, developed plantar fasciitis
She was playin' with that pussy way back then, now I can buy it
Havin' motion, these niggas take the wrong turn, mm, I don't like it
You got your stick, I got my stick, let's see who shit really strikin'
You ain't never pulled a K in broad day, my shit not for you
Got a lil' bag and seen exactly what that guap do
Shut the fuck up and mind your business, do a lot for you
Real mob boss, feet up, watchin' the product move
Baby girl ain't got no brain, but she got all thе ass
I'ma make like fifty off the—, and I'm fallin' back
That's all I need, 'causе the rest comin' all from rap
Thirty thousand Percocet in a skull head way across the map
[Verse 2: El Cousteau]
Stop what you doin', you know God don't spare the wicked
The only thing I can do when I make, it's go spend it
On the thirty-eighth floor with some top-notch bitches
High rollin', high roller, young ass nigga
When she get home and thinks of me, she starts to play with herself
I don't know what got into me lately, bitch, but I ain't callin' you back
Hit the road for ninety days, just me and a GORE-TEX jacket
With a flip-phone I got, I'm probably runnin' pros off that
I'm on Collins Ave lookin' for a bad bitch
Dawg, if a nigga approach me wrong, he gettin' his ass whipped
Thirty ball, can't be havin' niggas, don't play with me
I been puttin' her up on all, all puttin' her up on fly shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Niontay]
He want a what for the what? I see, for surely (Come on)
Bitch knowin' not to hit my mup when it's early
Had ran into a powerhouse, inadvertently
Tell your nigga go return them jeans back, 'cause it hurt to see
I been steppin' so long, developed plantar fasciitis
She was playin' with that pussy way back then, now I can buy it
Havin' motion, these niggas take the wrong turn, mm, I don't like it
You got your stick, I got my stick, let's see who shit really strikin'
You ain't never pulled a K in broad day, my shit not for you
Got a lil' bag and seen exactly what that guap do
Shut the fuck up and mind your business, do a lot for you
Real mob boss, feet up, watchin' the product move
Baby girl ain't got no brain, but she got all thе ass
I'ma make like fifty off the—, and I'm fallin' back
That's all I need, 'causе the rest comin' all from rap
Thirty thousand Percocet in a skull head way across the map
[Verse 2: El Cousteau]
Stop what you doin', you know God don't spare the wicked
The only thing I can do when I make, it's go spend it
On the thirty-eighth floor with some top-notch bitches
High rollin', high roller, young ass nigga
When she get home and thinks of me, she starts to play with herself
I don't know what got into me lately, bitch, but I ain't callin' you back
Hit the road for ninety days, just me and a GORE-TEX jacket
With a flip-phone I got, I'm probably runnin' pros off that
I'm on Collins Ave lookin' for a bad bitch
Dawg, if a nigga approach me wrong, he gettin' his ass whipped
Thirty ball, can't be havin' niggas, don't play with me
I been puttin' her up on all, all puttin' her up on fly shit
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