Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
ty cotton
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
**** dead broke, that's crazy
**** broke
Come be my main chick
Don't need no side bitch
I'm fucking up and she let it slide, just like a Sidekick
I wasn't yours and you wasn't mine, you was my sidekick
I don't need to say shit she reading my mind I think she a psychic
Hold on
Like a hundred **** in the spot
Why you on my dick? I got the new whip you can get inside
But no you can't drive it
That bitch got no license
I need a bitch that ain't got no mileage
Stand on my shit I'm really the tallest, bitch on some broke shit I cannot acknowledge
Like
I need that breesh that's what matters to me
Fuck a treesh she don't matter to me
Heard you pay for that pussy I had it for free
All that ice on my rings look like Saturn to me
She let broke **** fuck that's a pattern to me
All these bitches be sick like they had a disease
They wanna put my kid in they family tree
Aye
Bullets gon' hit him like
He just tryna live his life
Said he gon kill me he didn't try
Swear these **** be hating on T-Y
You should come to my city and see why
In the whip off the Henny no DUI
She riding my dick she like Yee-haw
But she act independent like. Bitch
If you got ya own money then say why the fuck do you need mine? Shit
You ain't independent for shit
She seein' my body designer all on me got diamonds and pendants and shit
How this bitch try to dog me? I told her get off me
I'm hittin her friends now I'm dead to the bitch
That's just some regular shit
Hit that bitch once then I'm deadin' the shit
Smokin' ya homie he dead in the spliff
You know where I'm from we invented the shit, wait
Not on no regular shit
Hop in the stu I'm just venting and shit
I got one in the chamber and ten in the clip
If I'm in the party I bet that it's lit, Aye
Come be my main chick
Don't need no side bitch
I'm fucking up and she let it slide, just like a Sidekick
I wasn't yours and you wasn't mine, you was my sidekick
I don't need to say shit she reading my mind I think she a psychic
Hold on, wait
Like a hundred **** in the spot
Why you on my dick? I got the new whip you can get inside
But no you can't drive it
That bitch got no license
I need a bitch that ain't got no mileage
Stand on my shit I'm really the tallest, bitch on some broke shit I cannot acknowledge
Like
I need that breesh that's what matters to me
Fuck a treesh she don't matter to me
Heard you pay for that pussy I had it for free
All that ice on my rings look like Saturn to me
She let broke **** fuck that's a pattern to me
All these bitches be sick like they had a disease
They wanna put my kid in they family tree
Written by: ty cotton