Ayyee
Bitch
1kk, Solo ona track wit me
Ayee, Stop playing with us
Stop playin with us man, we do this shit ourselves
We don't need no nigga
Ouuu its Rokaly
Ayee, ain't no doubt she a hoe prolly
Saying she a homebody
More than likely givin' dome probably
Both of my pockets getting fat like Mike & Molly
I got Solo on the track
So who can really stop me?
Ayee, Bitch!
Yea I mean us!
It ain't nothing to get you smoked like some cannabis
New cologne fresh as fuck, it'll get you fucked
Don't let yo bitch come near me
You better keep her tucked
Nigga want smoke, it ain't really shit to meet up
They tryna mimic what we do
But they can't be us
Im sittin' back countin' some racks
With my feet up
He see we up next, Boy i bet feel he need us
The nigga dropped a couple tapes
But that shit suck
The nigga didn't wanna fight
He tried to act tough
Crack a nigga head since a nigga want to act up
Forty on my hip little bitch
You better back up
Ayye for real
These niggas be odd as fuck
W-w-we not trippin' if a nigga don't acknowledge us
Nigga get yo nails done, go head polish up
C-Change your gender too
Go to the doctor and get a follow up
We got what they need thats the reason they want to work with us
Smiling in our face, they ain't really even fuck with us
It ain't shit to cut a nigga off, we don't give a fuck
Before you drop some music pussy nigga
Get yo chicken up
I be ballin' on his team like i'm Jimmy Butler
Twenty-two shots on these niggas
Bitch i'm getting buckets
I don't fuck with these nigga like i'm Uncle Ruckus
We brought your career back to life like Letoya Luckett
I should of beat this nigga ass
I swear that nigga lucky
That quiet ass nigga that was with you
Knew it was gone get ugly
I think that nigga really a bitch cause he coulda snuck me
He knew he fucking with some real niggas
He ain't gone touch me
The way I shoot this bitch
Call me the finger fucker
I fucked his bitch on a friday
Chris Tucker
Nigga blowing up this bitch line
I can tell he love her
We might go drop a mixtape
Call it the hot summer
That nigga pockets small as fuck
Ain't that a bummer?
We got a New Challenger!
He's a New Comer
Better stay the fuck back because we'll put you under
And if i'm lying
God strike me down with thunder!
Ayee, ain't no doubt she a hoe prolly
Saying she a homebody
More than likely givin' dome probably
Both of my pockets getting fat like Mike & Molly
I got Solo on the track
So who can really stop me?
Ayee, Bitch!
Yea I mean us!
It ain't nothing to get you smoked like some cannabis
New cologne fresh as fuck, it'll get you fucked
Don't let yo bitch come near me
You better keep her tucked
