Lyrics
He got any questions?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Still tolerance that disrespect, I will not have it
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Let's go, let's go
Zero tolerance that disrespect, I will not have it
When I look up, I see me like Craig when he looked in the gap
That money pop up in my pockets, Combo cook up, be that mad
I grab my chain up on my neck, my bitch don't like it when I'm flash
We pull up deep up in your party, got them racks on us, let's get it
Combo cook up all them numbers, come and talk to me about tickets
**** hate on me so much, I swear to God I just don't get it
You **** say you bought that life, they come and slide, you said you with it
I can't fuck that bitch because I heard that she a thot
Can't come to my spot cause you be talking, you too hot
She get past the KK, we got options, go to doc
You said you was hard, we asked around, they said you not
Yeah, I work at nine and five, that's what I live
I can't tell a game when I press that fucking clock
I just be balling, this ain't no gift
I feel like 2-Chains in this bitch 'cause when I ride around, bitch I get it
I'm riding two lanes in this bitch, this car won't stop, it's coming again
Get zero tolerance that disrespect, I will not have it
When I look up I see me like Craig when he looked in the cap
That money pop up in my pockets, Combo cook up, be that man
I grab my chain up on my neck, my bitch don't like it when I'm flashed
We pull up deep up in your party, got them racks on us, let's get it
Combo cook up out them numbers, come and talk to me about tickets
**** hate on me so much, I swear to God, I just don't get it
You **** say you bout that life, they come and slide you, says you with it
Let's go, let's go
Come and talk to me about tits, ****
Bitch, I run around and I get it, ****
Let's go, let's go
What the fuck going on, man?
They'll tolerate that disrespect, I will not have it, bitch, ****
Let's go, let's go
Written by: Young Combo
