This shit took a long time
I'm on the front line
Told this these hoe get out my face, shit talm bout a soul tie
I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
I stay with this stick like a soldier
Now why would you hate on us, you don't know us
Pitiful, no you're down bad
Dropped the racks off, in a brown bag
We havin' plenty of paper, where your smile at
I ain't friendly, bitch, who you smilin' at
Naw, the better question, where your love at
When I hit from that back, girl, I love that
I smoke on exotic gas, where the thugs at
I ain't hurt, though
It ain't hurt, though
I had to check cause that boy suicidal
Don't be raising ya tone like you my hoe
Put that boy on the news now he viral
I'm really just talkin', this don't need a title
I get plenty bitches, then one night 'em
I'm really the flyest, right hand on the Bible
It took me a minute
It took a minute, but I did it, though
Mane that hoe was easy, that's a finger roll
You ain't got money, come and play a different role
Man, I load up the K, and I hit the road
Yeah, I send her that shit, she get pretty toes
Don't try selling no sticks, you gon' miss a pole
Tell that hoe she get kicked like a field goal
You knew this shit here from the get-go
Bitch, you should've known this from the start
Watch you sittin' down, lookin' pissed fo
We get high, baby, with the stars
What the f*ck you pourin' up tris for
I threw my cup away, don't start
Why the f*ck you givin' out info
Since you here, tell me what you live for
This shit took a long time
I'm on the front line
Tell this hoe get out my face, she talm bout a soul tie
I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her (No)
I stay with this stick like a soldier
Now, why would you hate on us? You don't know us
Pitiful, no you're down bad
Dropped the racks off in a brown bag
We havin' plenty of paper, where your smile at
I ain't friendly, bitch, who you smilin' at
Naw, the better question, where your love at
When I hit from that back, girl, I love that
I smoke on exotic gas, where the thugs at
I ain't hurt, though
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This shit took a long time
I'm on the front line
Told this these hoe get out my face, shit talm bout a soul tie
I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
I stay with this stick like a soldier
Now why would you hate on us, you don't know us
Pitiful, no you're down bad
Dropped the racks off, in a brown bag
We havin' plenty of paper, where your smile at
I ain't friendly, bitch, who you smilin' at
Naw, the better question, where your love at
When I hit from that back, girl, I love that
I smoke on exotic gas, where the thugs at
I ain't hurt, though
It ain't hurt, though
I had to check cause that boy suicidal
Don't be raising ya tone like you my hoe
Put that boy on the news now he viral
I'm really just talkin', this don't need a title
I get plenty bitches, then one night 'em
I'm really the flyest, right hand on the Bible
It took me a minute
It took a minute, but I did it, though
Mane that hoe was easy, that's a finger roll
You ain't got money, come and play a different role
Man, I load up the K, and I hit the road
Yeah, I send her that shit, she get pretty toes
Don't try selling no sticks, you gon' miss a pole
Tell that hoe she get kicked like a field goal
You knew this shit here from the get-go
Bitch, you should've known this from the start
Watch you sittin' down, lookin' pissed fo
We get high, baby, with the stars
What the f*ck you pourin' up tris for
I threw my cup away, don't start
Why the f*ck you givin' out info
Since you here, tell me what you live for
This shit took a long time
I'm on the front line
Tell this hoe get out my face, she talm bout a soul tie
I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her (No)
I stay with this stick like a soldier
Now, why would you hate on us? You don't know us
Pitiful, no you're down bad
Dropped the racks off in a brown bag
We havin' plenty of paper, where your smile at
I ain't friendly, bitch, who you smilin' at
Naw, the better question, where your love at
When I hit from that back, girl, I love that
I smoke on exotic gas, where the thugs at
I ain't hurt, though
I'm on the front line
Told this these hoe get out my face, shit talm bout a soul tie
I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
I stay with this stick like a soldier
Now why would you hate on us, you don't know us
Pitiful, no you're down bad
Dropped the racks off, in a brown bag
We havin' plenty of paper, where your smile at
I ain't friendly, bitch, who you smilin' at
Naw, the better question, where your love at
When I hit from that back, girl, I love that
I smoke on exotic gas, where the thugs at
I ain't hurt, though
It ain't hurt, though
I had to check cause that boy suicidal
Don't be raising ya tone like you my hoe
Put that boy on the news now he viral
I'm really just talkin', this don't need a title
I get plenty bitches, then one night 'em
I'm really the flyest, right hand on the Bible
It took me a minute
It took a minute, but I did it, though
Mane that hoe was easy, that's a finger roll
You ain't got money, come and play a different role
Man, I load up the K, and I hit the road
Yeah, I send her that shit, she get pretty toes
Don't try selling no sticks, you gon' miss a pole
Tell that hoe she get kicked like a field goal
You knew this shit here from the get-go
Bitch, you should've known this from the start
Watch you sittin' down, lookin' pissed fo
We get high, baby, with the stars
What the f*ck you pourin' up tris for
I threw my cup away, don't start
Why the f*ck you givin' out info
Since you here, tell me what you live for
This shit took a long time
I'm on the front line
Tell this hoe get out my face, she talm bout a soul tie
I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her
No, I don't even know her (No)
I stay with this stick like a soldier
Now, why would you hate on us? You don't know us
Pitiful, no you're down bad
Dropped the racks off in a brown bag
We havin' plenty of paper, where your smile at
I ain't friendly, bitch, who you smilin' at
Naw, the better question, where your love at
When I hit from that back, girl, I love that
I smoke on exotic gas, where the thugs at
I ain't hurt, though
Writer: Demario Turner
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