CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : IDEK
You know what that n***a Cory say?
Huh, real a** n***a, gon' talk my sh*t
You a b*t*h a** n***a, you ain't gonna do sh*t
When I first started rappin', hoes dissed my sh*t
But I'm up now, n***a can't tell me sh*t
Turned 8 to a band, did it all in one day
Went back to the crib spent it all on bae
Money real long, yeah, like all-all day
And still ain't even hit 10k
And smell my gas, I swear it stink
No, we can't match, no, we can't link
This SLT make RIP
You f**k with me, you f**kin' with we
You ain't smokin' on gas, you smokin' on weed
Damn, me, high as can be
Yeah, this gas, ain't cheap
N***a, you is not smokin' for free
Oh, I can't act up, that sh*t played out
I can't dance, but I still f**kin' dip out
I f**k hoes, but I don't give em' no clout
She in love, I don't know how
Ooh, huh, what happened?
Yeah, I caught you and you and you and you lackin'
Huh, ooh, f**k the talkin'
N***a, we just want all of that action
I got guns, but I bеt you won't see em'
Unless you run up, then n***a, gon' meet еm'
And yeah, Bruce Lee, this sh*t got kick back
Pop, pop, pop, hit your whole damn wave cap
Said he want smoke, but I know he don't mean that
What blonde hair n***a you know that's like that?
Them guns cool, but I know you can't fight back
I mean, it's cool, we still gon' shoot back
I'm high, not really, n***a do what? He silly
Southside, come find me, better yet, come see me
Wanna smoke? Come match me
And please don't bring no reggie
And please don't bring no hoes, who say they ain't payin' nothin'
Pulled up in a hoopty and still did the dash
I f**k on your b*t*h and squeeze on her a**
I love me a MILF 'cause they got a f**kin' bag
F**kin' on a white b*t*h, yeah she rad
Beatin' your a**, just like your dad
Your music not good, that sh*t so sad
Ooh, yeah, that sh*t sad, n***a
Mm, that sh*t sad, uh
Talkin' my sh*t, yeah I be talkin' my sh*t
Yeah, I don't know what to say
Man I'm just done, on this b*t*h, yeah
Y'all n***as really f**kin' suck
SLT, not 2019, I'm f**kin', for life
Huh, real a** n***a, gon' talk my sh*t
You a b*t*h a** n***a, you ain't gonna do sh*t
When I first started rappin', hoes dissed my sh*t
But I'm up now, n***a can't tell me sh*t
Turned 8 to a band, did it all in one day
Went back to the crib spent it all on bae
Money real long, yeah, like all-all day
And still ain't even hit 10k
And smell my gas, I swear it stink
No, we can't match, no, we can't link
This SLT make RIP
You f**k with me, you f**kin' with we
You ain't smokin' on gas, you smokin' on weed
Damn, me, high as can be
Yeah, this gas, ain't cheap
N***a, you is not smokin' for free
Oh, I can't act up, that sh*t played out
I can't dance, but I still f**kin' dip out
I f**k hoes, but I don't give em' no clout
She in love, I don't know how
Ooh, huh, what happened?
Yeah, I caught you and you and you and you lackin'
Huh, ooh, f**k the talkin'
N***a, we just want all of that action
I got guns, but I bеt you won't see em'
Unless you run up, then n***a, gon' meet еm'
And yeah, Bruce Lee, this sh*t got kick back
Pop, pop, pop, hit your whole damn wave cap
Said he want smoke, but I know he don't mean that
What blonde hair n***a you know that's like that?
Them guns cool, but I know you can't fight back
I mean, it's cool, we still gon' shoot back
I'm high, not really, n***a do what? He silly
Southside, come find me, better yet, come see me
Wanna smoke? Come match me
And please don't bring no reggie
And please don't bring no hoes, who say they ain't payin' nothin'
Pulled up in a hoopty and still did the dash
I f**k on your b*t*h and squeeze on her a**
I love me a MILF 'cause they got a f**kin' bag
F**kin' on a white b*t*h, yeah she rad
Beatin' your a**, just like your dad
Your music not good, that sh*t so sad
Ooh, yeah, that sh*t sad, n***a
Mm, that sh*t sad, uh
Talkin' my sh*t, yeah I be talkin' my sh*t
Yeah, I don't know what to say
Man I'm just done, on this b*t*h, yeah
Y'all n***as really f**kin' suck
SLT, not 2019, I'm f**kin', for life
