Lyrics : Credit Card

Credit card, b*t*h I got dem racks but I don't use it
Dummy boy, how you got strap but you ain't shoot it
Hit 'em up, b*t*h I had that n***a lookin' clueless (uh, uh)
Better use your brain before you lose it (uh, uh)
Baby got that cup, he keep on sippin' (uh, uh)
Takin' too much drugs I think you trippin' (uh, uh)
Baby tried to love me from a distance (uhhhh-uh)

I'm on the block, block
Couldn't find no wops on flipside I went to uptop
Got my youngin ridin' wit' some bullets in his big Glock
Couldn't find no hydro so I might just sip on wok, wok
b*t*h I'm sellin' fetty, this the last time I buy that crack rock
I'm goin' hard I need to go again
They caught me slippin', f**ked up once, but I don't slip again
That's why I'm ridin' wit' my brothers 'til the f**kin' end
That's UTF, that's homage gang, n***a f**k a friend
All this money got me spendin'
These diamonds on my wrist and they just mad 'cause I keep flexin'
My foot is on their neck and they just mad 'cause I keep steppin'
My block is f**kin' tatted, b*t*h, don't ask me what I'm reppin'
What's crackin' n***a?
You too f**kin' hot, please bring no cops to me
I told [unintelligible] suck my d**k they wanna talk to me
I send my youngin on your block he send some shots for me
I would do it by myself but it's too hot for me
Plus I'm ridin' wit' it too
I heard your friend died, pu**y, lucky it wasn't you
My n***a wanna slide we ain't got nothin' else to do
I told my n***a Britty bring that molly to the stu', gettin cooled eyed
We the reason why the police callin' dispatch
Wow, pu**y n***a took my glizzy out my knapsack
How you put that little boy on me that's a mismatch?
Feel like Von get at me, and i'ma get back