Cmon
[Intro: 3200 Tre]
(SLAJIDI, turn me up)
Cmon!
I like to put my ayyy, Cmon
I like to, Cmon
[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
I like to put my chain on before I talk shit
The diamonds dance like water dripping out the faucet
I ain't bring no pape out, it's in the closet
I'm here hitting the door hard, you see the paw print?
I couldn't make it to the show, my car quit on me
Ain't no pills in this car, it's just scripts on me
I'm finna get them tattooed, I want her lips on me
I got this shit now, you got a car, you're big on me
I don't like the way this feel, you need to spit on it
I don't eat the whole thing, just lick the clit on it
I only hit her once, she tryna put this kid on me
I swear to God it's not mine, as I put my kid on it
Boy, quit being a bitch, it's time to man up
If you got a question for me, put your hands up
They don't feel what you talking about, you just be sayin stuff
I done touched a lot of shit, that's why my hands rough
I barely want them on, don't tell me to put my pants up
I'm not on shit for real, I'm tryna feel my pants up
I hit two bitches and they friend, this an animal
I hold my wrist up when she ask me if I'm cheatin I ain't sayin nothin
[Verse 2: Bankroll Dilu]
I got a Glock on me, if you try to play, then I'm fuckin killin
Booth with a K on me, bitch, I'm with
30K on the kit Bitch, when my shit be playin
I ain't talkin bout shit unless it's bout shit
And if you play, he gon hear a boom boom like a fuckin book
You got some pape, then I'm on the way, now I'm fuckin killin
We gon rap his ass up like a fuckin man
Cross your mans for some lil pape, you a fuckin fuck
I got a Glock on me, if you try to play, then I'm fuckin double
All he heard, lil bitch, better know I'm comin
Gonna wake up, hit the scale, bitch, better know I'm double
I got a tray with me, bitch, you better know we both
I can tell your man's broke, cuz he owe me money
I'm finna stack a star, bitch, I call it bein home
I'm finna wake up, hit a play, bitch, I call it makin bubble
Why would I sign to a label, I done made it
I got a baby Drake 7-6-2, they gon know I'm comin to make up
With my rap friends, then go make some money
Get rich and get a fat Benz, I call it get money
(SLAJIDI, turn me up)
Cmon!
I like to put my ayyy, Cmon
I like to, Cmon
[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
I like to put my chain on before I talk shit
The diamonds dance like water dripping out the faucet
I ain't bring no pape out, it's in the closet
I'm here hitting the door hard, you see the paw print?
I couldn't make it to the show, my car quit on me
Ain't no pills in this car, it's just scripts on me
I'm finna get them tattooed, I want her lips on me
I got this shit now, you got a car, you're big on me
I don't like the way this feel, you need to spit on it
I don't eat the whole thing, just lick the clit on it
I only hit her once, she tryna put this kid on me
I swear to God it's not mine, as I put my kid on it
Boy, quit being a bitch, it's time to man up
If you got a question for me, put your hands up
They don't feel what you talking about, you just be sayin stuff
I done touched a lot of shit, that's why my hands rough
I barely want them on, don't tell me to put my pants up
I'm not on shit for real, I'm tryna feel my pants up
I hit two bitches and they friend, this an animal
I hold my wrist up when she ask me if I'm cheatin I ain't sayin nothin
[Verse 2: Bankroll Dilu]
I got a Glock on me, if you try to play, then I'm fuckin killin
Booth with a K on me, bitch, I'm with
30K on the kit Bitch, when my shit be playin
I ain't talkin bout shit unless it's bout shit
And if you play, he gon hear a boom boom like a fuckin book
You got some pape, then I'm on the way, now I'm fuckin killin
We gon rap his ass up like a fuckin man
Cross your mans for some lil pape, you a fuckin fuck
I got a Glock on me, if you try to play, then I'm fuckin double
All he heard, lil bitch, better know I'm comin
Gonna wake up, hit the scale, bitch, better know I'm double
I got a tray with me, bitch, you better know we both
I can tell your man's broke, cuz he owe me money
I'm finna stack a star, bitch, I call it bein home
I'm finna wake up, hit a play, bitch, I call it makin bubble
Why would I sign to a label, I done made it
I got a baby Drake 7-6-2, they gon know I'm comin to make up
With my rap friends, then go make some money
Get rich and get a fat Benz, I call it get money