Aye
Bet you ain't know yo bitch like to Go
Post her online
Count racks in her face
Yea I got you
Come here baby
Feel this doe
Say that pussy mine
Told that hoe ima sell it
She down
F*ck a trick
On his family boat
Nnd bitch I be trapping
No time for no games
I could put you on game
Baby this yo show
Put a hole in they pocket
And bring it right back
Better watch how I treat you
Might hit it slow
Take his bitch to back
Think I'm smacking her shit
Really I'm putting white drugs
Inside her nose
She gon do it for me
Cuz bitch I be pressing
No time for a bitch
Who broke
And on go
Ain't no competition
You hoes can't compete
We running up bands
Every day of the week
(Everyday of the week )
Might hit up the plug
Tell em I need some packs
Tax the whole city for em
Then hit it right back
Man that drought shit been over
You niggas just wack
Can't pay the full price
Smoking dirt out a sack
Dare a nigga push on me
With something like that
Really have my whole family
Shut down ya whole trap
Think shit is game
They a blow yo ass back
Lay you flat on yo ass
Boy this ain't no game
I know you smoke reg
I remember them days
I was passing out meds
Had the hole block swinging
Till the boys came in
Swear niggas ain't solid
Tryna put me in the pin
Man i can't go back
I ain't tryna go again
Bitch it's Kyla on the track
Ima say that shit again
Tie a fed nigga up
Teach em how to a be man
Gotta stay caked up
Turned a dollar to a band
Man it's Kyla on the track
Ima say that shit again
Tie a fed nigga up
Teach em how to be a man
Aye, aye, aye
Turn a dollar to a band
It's Kyla in the track
Teach em how to be a man
Aye, aye, aye
Ha Ha, aye
Bet you ain't know yo bitch like to Go
Post her online
Count racks in her face
Yea I got you
Come here baby
Feel this doe
Say that pussy mine
Told that hoe ima sell it
She down
F*ck a trick
On his family boat
Nnd bitch I be trapping
No time for no games
I could put you on game
Baby this yo show
Put a hole in they pocket
And bring it right back
Better watch how I treat you
Might hit it slow
Take his bitch to back
Think I'm smacking her shit
Really I'm putting white drugs
Inside her nose
She gon do it for me
Cuz bitch I be pressing
No time for a bitch
Who broke
And on go
Ain't no competition
You hoes can't compete
We running up bands
Every day of the week
(Everyday of the week)
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Aye
Bet you ain't know yo bitch like to Go
Post her online
Count racks in her face
Yea I got you
Come here baby
Feel this doe
Say that pussy mine
Told that hoe ima sell it
She down
F*ck a trick
On his family boat
Nnd bitch I be trapping
No time for no games
I could put you on game
Baby this yo show
Put a hole in they pocket
And bring it right back
Better watch how I treat you
Might hit it slow
Take his bitch to back
Think I'm smacking her shit
Really I'm putting white drugs
Inside her nose
She gon do it for me
Cuz bitch I be pressing
No time for a bitch
Who broke
And on go
Ain't no competition
You hoes can't compete
We running up bands
Every day of the week
(Everyday of the week )
Might hit up the plug
Tell em I need some packs
Tax the whole city for em
Then hit it right back
Man that drought shit been over
You niggas just wack
Can't pay the full price
Smoking dirt out a sack
Dare a nigga push on me
With something like that
Really have my whole family
Shut down ya whole trap
Think shit is game
They a blow yo ass back
Lay you flat on yo ass
Boy this ain't no game
I know you smoke reg
I remember them days
I was passing out meds
Had the hole block swinging
Till the boys came in
Swear niggas ain't solid
Tryna put me in the pin
Man i can't go back
I ain't tryna go again
Bitch it's Kyla on the track
Ima say that shit again
Tie a fed nigga up
Teach em how to a be man
Gotta stay caked up
Turned a dollar to a band
Man it's Kyla on the track
Ima say that shit again
Tie a fed nigga up
Teach em how to be a man
Aye, aye, aye
Turn a dollar to a band
It's Kyla in the track
Teach em how to be a man
Aye, aye, aye
Ha Ha, aye
Bet you ain't know yo bitch like to Go
Post her online
Count racks in her face
Yea I got you
Come here baby
Feel this doe
Say that pussy mine
Told that hoe ima sell it
She down
F*ck a trick
On his family boat
Nnd bitch I be trapping
No time for no games
I could put you on game
Baby this yo show
Put a hole in they pocket
And bring it right back
Better watch how I treat you
Might hit it slow
Take his bitch to back
Think I'm smacking her shit
Really I'm putting white drugs
Inside her nose
She gon do it for me
Cuz bitch I be pressing
No time for a bitch
Who broke
And on go
Ain't no competition
You hoes can't compete
We running up bands
Every day of the week
(Everyday of the week)
Bet you ain't know yo bitch like to Go
Post her online
Count racks in her face
Yea I got you
Come here baby
Feel this doe
Say that pussy mine
Told that hoe ima sell it
She down
F*ck a trick
On his family boat
Nnd bitch I be trapping
No time for no games
I could put you on game
Baby this yo show
Put a hole in they pocket
And bring it right back
Better watch how I treat you
Might hit it slow
Take his bitch to back
Think I'm smacking her shit
Really I'm putting white drugs
Inside her nose
She gon do it for me
Cuz bitch I be pressing
No time for a bitch
Who broke
And on go
Ain't no competition
You hoes can't compete
We running up bands
Every day of the week
(Everyday of the week )
Might hit up the plug
Tell em I need some packs
Tax the whole city for em
Then hit it right back
Man that drought shit been over
You niggas just wack
Can't pay the full price
Smoking dirt out a sack
Dare a nigga push on me
With something like that
Really have my whole family
Shut down ya whole trap
Think shit is game
They a blow yo ass back
Lay you flat on yo ass
Boy this ain't no game
I know you smoke reg
I remember them days
I was passing out meds
Had the hole block swinging
Till the boys came in
Swear niggas ain't solid
Tryna put me in the pin
Man i can't go back
I ain't tryna go again
Bitch it's Kyla on the track
Ima say that shit again
Tie a fed nigga up
Teach em how to a be man
Gotta stay caked up
Turned a dollar to a band
Man it's Kyla on the track
Ima say that shit again
Tie a fed nigga up
Teach em how to be a man
Aye, aye, aye
Turn a dollar to a band
It's Kyla in the track
Teach em how to be a man
Aye, aye, aye
Ha Ha, aye
Bet you ain't know yo bitch like to Go
Post her online
Count racks in her face
Yea I got you
Come here baby
Feel this doe
Say that pussy mine
Told that hoe ima sell it
She down
F*ck a trick
On his family boat
Nnd bitch I be trapping
No time for no games
I could put you on game
Baby this yo show
Put a hole in they pocket
And bring it right back
Better watch how I treat you
Might hit it slow
Take his bitch to back
Think I'm smacking her shit
Really I'm putting white drugs
Inside her nose
She gon do it for me
Cuz bitch I be pressing
No time for a bitch
Who broke
And on go
Ain't no competition
You hoes can't compete
We running up bands
Every day of the week
(Everyday of the week)
Writer: Kyla Patterson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid