CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Already done
(Yoz, What you tellin’ me?)
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that b*t*h a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love her tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her a** like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her a** back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she go talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
We're f**king past that
R.I.P. to my dog
He pa**ed me the torch
And I'm sendin’ it off with a cutback
She gets sticky with me, I don't rap-cap
Call them rookies, they shoot off your snapback
Only baddies allowed in my section
They know the objection, don’t put me on Snapchat
Woozy b*t*h on my d**k tryna’ slap that
And she throwin’ it up
I put a hunnid thousand on my hand
Running through more green than some cleats
Feature with me gon' cost a couple bands
Bet you that track do 50 in a week
She actin' innocent in front of her man
But shawty a show-off underneath the sheets
And now she verified up on the 'Gram
But n***as been verified up in the streets
Nice In the hood, grew up to no good
Took a day, now I cop, but I hold my tongue
And I just made 400k in a day
Bought a watch and a chain
F**k it momma’ I’m dumb
‘Cause the ice look good, when I hold my gun
Rollin' dice in the hood, how I hold my funds
Put the pipes to your hood, I don't fool with my drums
N***as know me in the industry and know me in the slums
Talk about Pop, and we hit him up, pa**ing my youngin' the sitchy to get him
Look, tell him: “Don’t miss him” (Woo)
Clip him (Woo), Flip him (Woo), Listen (Rrr)
If I throw a shot I ain’t missing
He lackin’, He buggin’
Like Jeremi’s gon’ lift him (Woo)
Lift him (Woo), Clip him (Woo), Flip him (Woo), Listen (Woo)
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that b*t*h a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love her tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her a** like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her a** back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she go talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that b*t*h a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love her tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her a** like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her a** back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she go talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
We're f**king past that
R.I.P. to my dog
He pa**ed me the torch
And I'm sendin’ it off with a cutback
She gets sticky with me, I don't rap-cap
Call them rookies, they shoot off your snapback
Only baddies allowed in my section
They know the objection, don’t put me on Snapchat
Woozy b*t*h on my d**k tryna’ slap that
And she throwin’ it up
I put a hunnid thousand on my hand
Running through more green than some cleats
Feature with me gon' cost a couple bands
Bet you that track do 50 in a week
She actin' innocent in front of her man
But shawty a show-off underneath the sheets
And now she verified up on the 'Gram
But n***as been verified up in the streets
Nice In the hood, grew up to no good
Took a day, now I cop, but I hold my tongue
And I just made 400k in a day
Bought a watch and a chain
F**k it momma’ I’m dumb
‘Cause the ice look good, when I hold my gun
Rollin' dice in the hood, how I hold my funds
Put the pipes to your hood, I don't fool with my drums
N***as know me in the industry and know me in the slums
Talk about Pop, and we hit him up, pa**ing my youngin' the sitchy to get him
Look, tell him: “Don’t miss him” (Woo)
Clip him (Woo), Flip him (Woo), Listen (Rrr)
If I throw a shot I ain’t missing
He lackin’, He buggin’
Like Jeremi’s gon’ lift him (Woo)
Lift him (Woo), Clip him (Woo), Flip him (Woo), Listen (Woo)
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that b*t*h a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love her tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her a** like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her a** back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she go talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
