Lets treat this bitch like its a western
You and me nigga we shoot it it out
F*ck nigga stop all of that flexing
Come cross the gang would be suicide
To be you it must be depressing
I mean How ya feeling nigga do or die
You fake I hope you get the message
Make the choppa sing a lullaby
Yo bitch gon try to f*ck for the clout
You f*ck round and made her ya spouse
I'm selling this sauce by the ounce
You broke if you ask the amount
My niggas be swerving and serving
Talk reckless we hurt'em and merk'em
My goons they steady be lurking
Stop calling we'll do it in person
He pillow talking a eater
Then tell ya not to believe her
He like to hug her and squeeze her
She gon f*ck all of my people
To book me I need a deposit
You know all off my backend
Yo bitch just came to the spot
I had to beat that bitch back in
I just be fighting my demons
I swear them jigs is the devil
I call the revolver the army
You bout to earn you some medals
Bitch I'm a boss like I'm Meek
I got a lil homie with Drakes
Lil buddy say he wanted beef
I gotta taste for some steak
I gotta habit for money
I just be scratching and itching
You got a habit for hating
You just be whining and bitchin
I told ya bitch she was sweet
I meant she taste just like mangoes
I might just tie the hoe up
Then whip the bitch like I'm D'Jango
Lets treat this bitch like its a western
You and me nigga we shoot it it out
F*ck nigga stop all of that flexing
Come cross the gang would be suicide
To be you it must be depressing
I mean How ya feeling nigga do or die
You fake I hope you get the message
Make the choppa sing a lullaby
Yo bitch gon try to f*ck for the clout
You f*ck round and made her ya spouse
I'm selling this sauce by the ounce
You broke if you ask the amount
My niggas be swerving and serving
Talk reckless we hurt'em and merk'em
My goons they steady be lurking
Stop calling we'll do it in person
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Lets treat this bitch like its a western
You and me nigga we shoot it it out
F*ck nigga stop all of that flexing
Come cross the gang would be suicide
To be you it must be depressing
I mean How ya feeling nigga do or die
You fake I hope you get the message
Make the choppa sing a lullaby
Yo bitch gon try to f*ck for the clout
You f*ck round and made her ya spouse
I'm selling this sauce by the ounce
You broke if you ask the amount
My niggas be swerving and serving
Talk reckless we hurt'em and merk'em
My goons they steady be lurking
Stop calling we'll do it in person
He pillow talking a eater
Then tell ya not to believe her
He like to hug her and squeeze her
She gon f*ck all of my people
To book me I need a deposit
You know all off my backend
Yo bitch just came to the spot
I had to beat that bitch back in
I just be fighting my demons
I swear them jigs is the devil
I call the revolver the army
You bout to earn you some medals
Bitch I'm a boss like I'm Meek
I got a lil homie with Drakes
Lil buddy say he wanted beef
I gotta taste for some steak
I gotta habit for money
I just be scratching and itching
You got a habit for hating
You just be whining and bitchin
I told ya bitch she was sweet
I meant she taste just like mangoes
I might just tie the hoe up
Then whip the bitch like I'm D'Jango
Lets treat this bitch like its a western
You and me nigga we shoot it it out
F*ck nigga stop all of that flexing
Come cross the gang would be suicide
To be you it must be depressing
I mean How ya feeling nigga do or die
You fake I hope you get the message
Make the choppa sing a lullaby
Yo bitch gon try to f*ck for the clout
You f*ck round and made her ya spouse
I'm selling this sauce by the ounce
You broke if you ask the amount
My niggas be swerving and serving
Talk reckless we hurt'em and merk'em
My goons they steady be lurking
Stop calling we'll do it in person
You and me nigga we shoot it it out
F*ck nigga stop all of that flexing
Come cross the gang would be suicide
To be you it must be depressing
I mean How ya feeling nigga do or die
You fake I hope you get the message
Make the choppa sing a lullaby
Yo bitch gon try to f*ck for the clout
You f*ck round and made her ya spouse
I'm selling this sauce by the ounce
You broke if you ask the amount
My niggas be swerving and serving
Talk reckless we hurt'em and merk'em
My goons they steady be lurking
Stop calling we'll do it in person
He pillow talking a eater
Then tell ya not to believe her
He like to hug her and squeeze her
She gon f*ck all of my people
To book me I need a deposit
You know all off my backend
Yo bitch just came to the spot
I had to beat that bitch back in
I just be fighting my demons
I swear them jigs is the devil
I call the revolver the army
You bout to earn you some medals
Bitch I'm a boss like I'm Meek
I got a lil homie with Drakes
Lil buddy say he wanted beef
I gotta taste for some steak
I gotta habit for money
I just be scratching and itching
You got a habit for hating
You just be whining and bitchin
I told ya bitch she was sweet
I meant she taste just like mangoes
I might just tie the hoe up
Then whip the bitch like I'm D'Jango
Lets treat this bitch like its a western
You and me nigga we shoot it it out
F*ck nigga stop all of that flexing
Come cross the gang would be suicide
To be you it must be depressing
I mean How ya feeling nigga do or die
You fake I hope you get the message
Make the choppa sing a lullaby
Yo bitch gon try to f*ck for the clout
You f*ck round and made her ya spouse
I'm selling this sauce by the ounce
You broke if you ask the amount
My niggas be swerving and serving
Talk reckless we hurt'em and merk'em
My goons they steady be lurking
Stop calling we'll do it in person
Writer: James Manning, Larry Fulwood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid