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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I know what you want, bitch
[Verse 2]
Reminiscing' 'bout my past, need to let it go
I had let your bitch go, I had to let my mama know
That I hit this road, I can’t sit at home
I found a turn around, it’s a give & go
[Verse 3]
Set the play for my mans, that’s a pick and roll
Spinned the fuck out your bitch, she a dizzy ho
Your money train slow, where your onion roll?
You brought the shit out, you ain’t gon' spend it though
[Verse 4]
Got the bitch screamin' like geronimo
Get the bitch up out her clothes, we lit up like July 4th
Get this money easy, I can do it with a blindfold
Curtis Jackson for them bitches, oh yeah, them heavy pros
[Verse 5]
Big Ree just spent a hunnid on a rose gold
Made your bitch touch her toes for these long pros
Make her take her bra off, keep her thong on
When it’s pressure time, boy, strap your nuts on
[Verse 6]
Fuck around, we gon' turn you to a doctor patient
Heard that you been tryna tell the operation
Lil' brodie just sent out a heavy load
I had to get some ten glizzleys on that road
[Verse 7]
Third double back just in one week
Bitch, you know I love coppin', they don’t front me
Fuckin' **** aunties, she done love me
Boo, I’m thirty off the yard, you should want me
[Verse 8]
Heavy traffic medication sealed up in plastic
Dead faces for the money cause a lot of clashes
Treat these pussies like Cassius, and put 'em on they asses
These pussies **** broke, get these pussies **** cast’s
[Verse 9]
Fuckin' with the broke make the rich mad
Keep on playin' with me, pussy, and get bitch smacked
Twenty every other day, can’t even risk that
Said they all gone, well, ****, bring that shit back
[Verse 10]
I just made sixteen pros off a thousand pack
You shoulda saw my face when they got back
**** Twitter beef, we ain’t into that
Got some choppas for the problems, call it fix a flat
[Verse 11]
And, ****, if it’s a problem, we'll pull down
Point a finger get a pussy **** gunned down
This choppa and AR got a dumb sound
Shoot them bitches both together, that’s a drum line
[Verse 12]
Nick cannon in this bitch, we don’t read music
Big cannon in this bitch, got a theme to it
Mariah Carey with this chopper, let it sing to you
Fifty bands on your head, make your mans do you
[Verse 13]
Shit fifty bands, I’ll probably kill for that
Last time was ten, ****
What you think I did for that?
Shit got dropped like four in pops
It wasn’t no sympathy, it come to that guap
A hunnid shots, we shootin' everything
[Verse 14]
Prolly ain’t gone see me when I touch
I gotta hug this road that’s a must
I gotta bring the pole when you touch
I gotta send a load, double up
[Verse 15]
He can’t hang wit' us if he don’t bust
She can’t come around if she don’t fuck
Bro been tryna put me on the dunce
I been on the block tryna run it up
Written by: Kendall Hayes