Jumped up off the porch
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I f*ck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that bitch hear my shit knockin'
I'm gone put them Christians on
Rest in peace to Pop
I can't find no red around niggas sippin' Wock
Played this at my mama house
She like, "Nigga, drop it"
Stop it, if he ain't with us my dog gone lock in
Pull up in that dawn
She like, "Baby where your top at?"
Shorty trying to f*ck me
I'm like, "Baby, where your top at?
I know they hate that I'm on now
You niggas need to stop that
Rest in peace, I be on granny porch
Thumbing hundreds now
I can't see nobody making no noise
We gone dumb it down
Thought my dog was gone live forever
Called me like, "They gunned him down"
Nigga got exposed
Now that nigga never come around
I love the streets
I'm proud of what it made me
Heavy hustler I got to provide it for my baby
Got to stay on my toes, they wanna flame me
Been around them racks it ain't gone change me (nah for real)
Jumped up off the porch
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I f*ck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
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Jumped up off the porch
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I f*ck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that bitch hear my shit knockin'
I'm gone put them Christians on
Rest in peace to Pop
I can't find no red around niggas sippin' Wock
Played this at my mama house
She like, "Nigga, drop it"
Stop it, if he ain't with us my dog gone lock in
Pull up in that dawn
She like, "Baby where your top at?"
Shorty trying to f*ck me
I'm like, "Baby, where your top at?
I know they hate that I'm on now
You niggas need to stop that
Rest in peace, I be on granny porch
Thumbing hundreds now
I can't see nobody making no noise
We gone dumb it down
Thought my dog was gone live forever
Called me like, "They gunned him down"
Nigga got exposed
Now that nigga never come around
I love the streets
I'm proud of what it made me
Heavy hustler I got to provide it for my baby
Got to stay on my toes, they wanna flame me
Been around them racks it ain't gone change me (nah for real)
Jumped up off the porch
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I f*ck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I f*ck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that bitch hear my shit knockin'
I'm gone put them Christians on
Rest in peace to Pop
I can't find no red around niggas sippin' Wock
Played this at my mama house
She like, "Nigga, drop it"
Stop it, if he ain't with us my dog gone lock in
Pull up in that dawn
She like, "Baby where your top at?"
Shorty trying to f*ck me
I'm like, "Baby, where your top at?
I know they hate that I'm on now
You niggas need to stop that
Rest in peace, I be on granny porch
Thumbing hundreds now
I can't see nobody making no noise
We gone dumb it down
Thought my dog was gone live forever
Called me like, "They gunned him down"
Nigga got exposed
Now that nigga never come around
I love the streets
I'm proud of what it made me
Heavy hustler I got to provide it for my baby
Got to stay on my toes, they wanna flame me
Been around them racks it ain't gone change me (nah for real)
Jumped up off the porch
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I f*ck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Writer: Brandon Rainey, Christopher Wilson, Jared Grace
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.