Go
[Intro]
(Ayy, turn me up one more time, DJ)
(BangThatShit)
Come on, ayy
[Verse]
I had to keep keep goin' on n***as
I was just chillin' at the crib, so I hit the road on n***as
Fuck around and made a hundred, I ain't comin' home on n***as
I know some killers who got locked, and they went bold on n***as
Don't make me tap your head
Man, you be beatin' on your bitch, I tap dope instead
I always get the pussy from that bitch 'cause I hate her head
Big baller, shot caller, she like, "Boy, stop stallin'"
Ayy, man, she been tryna fuck for days, I ain't got the time for her
Rich n***a, change hoes just like I change my clothes
You don't wanna play with me, wе kill people, Tae D.O.E
That's not shawty on thе low, n***a, and everybody knows
Man, I ain't trippin' if she fucked, though, that's everybody ho
I drive the foreign like a stollie and a stollie like a stollie
I treat the baddest of the baddest hoes like shit, act like I don't know 'em
You be hangin' 'round a n***a who be snitchin', shit, I gotta go
Real street n***a, and you don't know me, I be done wiped your nose
I be the reason that these n***as gotta go
I be the reason n***as gotta hide they ho
So on the count of three
N***a, I start rollin' up the weed because I love to smoke
N***a, I love this beef shit, even my mama know
N***a, come blow somethin', I'm rollin' up a three-five right now, finna go torch it
N***a, I'm really in the hood, y'all lil' n***as be porch thuggin'
And if I'm out of town, I'm probably with the plug or somethin'
Man, I just scored on some drank
Not really, 'cause lil' brodie poured me up
Drug addict, I dropped a Percy in my cup
Bad bitch, and she snuck the blicky in
If she gon' do whatever I say, I'll probably let her have some kids
I'm in Miami with the top down, the blicky on my lap
Shit, I've been lookin' for the opps, I'm even searching Google Maps
My dog out of town with the girl, and you know that bitch got slapped
I lost some money fuckin' with her, but I ain't trippin' over that
Man, real player, I had to—
My n***a
I mean, it's all about the money, ain't it?
Ready to kill for them hundreds, I be forgetting I'm famous
She tried to charge me for that pussy, I be forgetting I paid it
Eleven hundred for my shoes, and two thousand for my jacket
And my hoes just like me, I treat 'em better than they daddy
Man, I got bad hoes do whatever I say, probably a fan
And I ain't even used to see my teachers enough for them to pass me
Man, new year, new whips, I'll fuck around and get a Trackhawk
Man, you fuck around and get high off of the contact when I pass, dog
Man, y'all lil' n***as road, that's why we laugh at y'all
I got tunnel vision, when I'm wide open, I don't pass the ball
I get fresh just to chill inside the crib
Baby, I wanna fuck your friend, I'm gon' tell her how it is
You want beef? On the count of three, I'm comin' to your crib
You fuck around and play with me, I'll fuck around and split your wig
(Ayy, turn me up one more time, DJ)
(BangThatShit)
Come on, ayy
[Verse]
I had to keep keep goin' on n***as
I was just chillin' at the crib, so I hit the road on n***as
Fuck around and made a hundred, I ain't comin' home on n***as
I know some killers who got locked, and they went bold on n***as
Don't make me tap your head
Man, you be beatin' on your bitch, I tap dope instead
I always get the pussy from that bitch 'cause I hate her head
Big baller, shot caller, she like, "Boy, stop stallin'"
Ayy, man, she been tryna fuck for days, I ain't got the time for her
Rich n***a, change hoes just like I change my clothes
You don't wanna play with me, wе kill people, Tae D.O.E
That's not shawty on thе low, n***a, and everybody knows
Man, I ain't trippin' if she fucked, though, that's everybody ho
I drive the foreign like a stollie and a stollie like a stollie
I treat the baddest of the baddest hoes like shit, act like I don't know 'em
You be hangin' 'round a n***a who be snitchin', shit, I gotta go
Real street n***a, and you don't know me, I be done wiped your nose
I be the reason that these n***as gotta go
I be the reason n***as gotta hide they ho
So on the count of three
N***a, I start rollin' up the weed because I love to smoke
N***a, I love this beef shit, even my mama know
N***a, come blow somethin', I'm rollin' up a three-five right now, finna go torch it
N***a, I'm really in the hood, y'all lil' n***as be porch thuggin'
And if I'm out of town, I'm probably with the plug or somethin'
Man, I just scored on some drank
Not really, 'cause lil' brodie poured me up
Drug addict, I dropped a Percy in my cup
Bad bitch, and she snuck the blicky in
If she gon' do whatever I say, I'll probably let her have some kids
I'm in Miami with the top down, the blicky on my lap
Shit, I've been lookin' for the opps, I'm even searching Google Maps
My dog out of town with the girl, and you know that bitch got slapped
I lost some money fuckin' with her, but I ain't trippin' over that
Man, real player, I had to—
My n***a
I mean, it's all about the money, ain't it?
Ready to kill for them hundreds, I be forgetting I'm famous
She tried to charge me for that pussy, I be forgetting I paid it
Eleven hundred for my shoes, and two thousand for my jacket
And my hoes just like me, I treat 'em better than they daddy
Man, I got bad hoes do whatever I say, probably a fan
And I ain't even used to see my teachers enough for them to pass me
Man, new year, new whips, I'll fuck around and get a Trackhawk
Man, you fuck around and get high off of the contact when I pass, dog
Man, y'all lil' n***as road, that's why we laugh at y'all
I got tunnel vision, when I'm wide open, I don't pass the ball
I get fresh just to chill inside the crib
Baby, I wanna fuck your friend, I'm gon' tell her how it is
You want beef? On the count of three, I'm comin' to your crib
You fuck around and play with me, I'll fuck around and split your wig