Tekst piosenki
Intro:
Look homey
You ain’t fuckin wit my flow
Won’t kill me on a verse
Cuz I’m better at this shit
Her Pops been a pastor
Shawty to go to church
But I’m the devil
In this bitch
Latnie been a beast
Y’all niggas just kish
Whip cream
For your clique
I whip cream
On her titts
One wild ass nigga
Make his whole set dip
That’s not yo cheese
If he pull that trig
Verse 1:
Empty that clip
That’s a crazy ass kid
Wipe that blood
Then he drag that cig
Midtown bar
Where he drink that off
Slurring off his words
That’s fish bowl talk
When the bimbos walk
Her lips don’t part
If a vet don’t park
All star rookie
So that vet don’t start
Man it’s fuck yo feelings
Real niggas
No heart
Whole clique look sharp
I ain’t get my bitch
Bagged yet
Kill a verse lover
With an automatic tech
Gold camo mic
I’ll prestige with this
Proceed to spit
For proceeds
I rip
And don’t you forget
Lotta money
In this verse
Whole lot of rappers
Ain’t blessed with curse
Im forever at worst
Your worst is a hertz
A billy my target
You target her purse
Hook:
I ain’t got time for no shit (yeah)
Niggas at the door for my rent
Homey said its time to make hits
Grip cheddar than dip
Get the fuck off this bench
Verse2:
As we pro-ceed
We by any means
When it come to need
His pretty baby momma
Just cum to her knees
Started with the weed
It won’t come with a seed
It was Lito & Loyal
Who brought a whole P
E money & trippy
Created the scheme
Prince brung the liquor
And made it a dream
My niggas about it
Your text on her screen
Well the exit is clear
My only hope
No exit is near
No credit
All debit
When cash is a fetish
Bang heat
When its hectic
We bang to protect it
Phonies get vetted
Tapes get ejected
Lat could gain 10
But he chasing this lettuce
Life should be bentley
And never intrepid
Raps new legend
And respect it
Hook
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