Lets Get On Dey Ass

Ever, hrr (Yeah) I'm finna get mean Turn up the circuits Turn up the - What? I'm tryna break me a back Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine I'm tryna pour me a eight Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime I'm tryna order a crate Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass (hrr), uh Alright Deal me personally, nigga, I'm poppin' I'm makin' the calls, I'm pointin' the fingers, I'm gettin' 'em dropped Wеll, well Ball off to that judge with the rеd shells He pissy, can't do nothin' to me He pussy, his bitch wanna do me I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies (ha) Like fuck it, I said it, come show me It's over, I did it, they owe me Hm, hm, hm, mm-hm Fuckin' them up, skrrt on they ass (grr) I run up the millions and spend it on glass (grr, phew) Fuck the niggas that ain't got no paper, hm, hm They goin' to water, don't run out of money I'm payin' to hit with your hoe? Ay, you trippin', buddy Ha-ha (ha), ha-ha (phew) Ha-ha (brr), ha-ha (yeah), hm Throw money up in the eco' (hm) Shootin' that bitch like a free throw Maybach, since I was a Vito (grr, what?) My brother, my twin, Cardo (huh) I still put the drugs in the cargo (yeah) They bills ain't more than my car note (phew) These bitches is buy-able, barcode (grr) Huh, run it on auto, yup The money, the motto (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah) What? I'm tryna break me a back Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine I'm tryna pour me a eight Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime I'm tryna order a crate Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass (hrr), uh Alright Yeah