Lyrics
Oh word!
I got killas on my side
Niggas ready to die
And if you talkin bout me that shit ain't gonna fly no more
No
No more
No
I got bitches in the ride
Throwin' away they pride
Feelin a little tipsy and don't be actin' shy no more
No
No more
No
Glock top with no laser
Hit 'em up like Frasier
I be smokin' on Jamaica
Got my name on papers
Real nigga no faker
Got a bad bitch don't chase her
Ball hard no Lakers
Them coke boys got waiters
I be stuntin' with my niggaz
G boys gorillas
Countin' money 'til I cash out
OG four wheelers
I don't fuck with fuck niggas
I don't love these hoes neither
Ride around with that whole Nina
Pockets fat I'm bout Trina
Got Keisha and Sabrina
I'm leanin' off of that leaner
Red line that flat line
Damn right that beamer
Ima go hard like Tina
I'm sippin' off of that Gina
Got a bad bitch a bitch who throw it up like Rina
I'm gettin' money I'm fuckin hoes
This mornin' she topped me off
Last time I made it rain
And this time she racked it all
No mascot I'ma ball
I'm Stunting hard in my Polo draws
Got sharpshooters aint nothing soft
Gotta keep it G ya niggas flaw
I'm swervin' on 'em
I'm on some other shit
I'm takin off
I'm on that Marley shit
I'ma fly nigga
With a fly bitch
Real nigga countin' money while I'm takin' trips
I got killas on my side
Niggas ready to die
And if you talkin bout me that shit ain't gonna fly no more
No
No more
No
I got bitches in the ride
Throwin' away they pride
Feelin a little tipsy and don't be actin' shy no more
No
No more
No
WRITERS
Johnathan Rodriguez
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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