(Yuke)
Hoe ion got what you want
I got money n the drugs i can't give no love
I can't give no luv to a nat nat or slut
Bitch u rly bugged out if u think i give a fuck
N***as can't compete with me cause n***as really suck
I pull up wit 10 n***as we hop up out that cut ay
Put the blick up to his skull n turn his brain to mush ay
Worry bout urself and chase the check thats what mom say
Hoe im worried bout the cash tryn grab it
Bitch i walk up in the spot lookin lavish
Model hoe on me wanna let me clap it
She treat me like a blunt til im ashin
Only makin withdrawals i get the cash in
If im drinkin then im drinkin til im blackin
Boy u cappin u dont get it out the backend
I jus drop another song n lil yuke jus keep spazzin
Lil yuke might jus crash thе whip
Lil yuke might jus crack yo bitch
I might go n slime yo shit
I might go n slime yo twin
I might slidе up thru his trap in that fuckin van
Pussy n***a we know that u can't even show a band
Its ok tho
U a broke n***a in the trap ay bro
It’s ok tho
Nah really, it’s ok tho
(Gagor)
It’s ok tho it’s ok tho
Bad bitch said she love me now im stacking up my pesos
Take a flight to new york and find these city girls and them lame hoes
Smoking on exotics roll this wood up when i say so
VVS my wrist balenci sweats i like to laylow
Staylow locked up in this crib im goin insane bitch
Pass her to my brother yeah we fucking on the same bitch
Don’t know what that pussy said i do not speak that language
SRT we in that cat yeah we be on that lane switch
Hoes, don’t understand what i’m trynna her
I don’t want your heart no more i think it’s for the better
Im knowin that you smell like me when you rock my chrome heart sweater
Bitch I’m too geeked for this shit i don’t need your love
I’m not trynna fuck i’m jus trynna get money for da plug
Spark up that three five (3.5) get that shit inside my lungs
Got no time for kissin bitch i got time for the funds