(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah)
Hop on this bitch, I be snappin
Jumpin' on shit like a rabbit
I keep them racks in the attic
He doin' drugs like a uh-
He doin' drugs like a addict
She got a whole new ass
Rippin' that shit out the plastic, yeah
Bitch I'm a ball like a maverick, yeah
I got a ratchet bitch holdin' my motherf*ckin' ratchet, yeah
I left that bitch on seen
If you ain't runnin' that mouth
I can't recommend you to the team
Yeah, I'm runnin this shit
I feel like a motherf*ckin' dean
She don't f*ck with me
She say I'm so motherf*ckin' mean
Yeah, 300 on the coat
I'm stuntin' on the motherf*ckin' booth
I'm on fire like a motherf*ckin' roast
Throwing ass, come throw me that throat
I'm ballin' out overseas
Gettin' bread like the whole damn loaf
I was tryna make a mil, no oat
I was tryna get a mil like tread
Stop playin', girl, bring me that head
Why you hating? Is it somethin' I said
Got so many ho-ho-hoes
I could put them on the back of a sled
I be walkin' with a whole lotta green
Choppa leave you with a whole lotta red
I'm a fill him with a whole lotta lead
King size, that's a whole lotta bed
Yeah, it's hittin' like tank, no top
I'm in the field, Deion
Real nigga, shit, what I be on
Rich nigga, shit, what I be on
You ain't P, you a peon
Run it up till infinity and beyond
Bitch I'm a ball for like 50 seasons
Hit it real quick and then I'll be leavin
Skinny, why all you talk about is money
I give you like 50 reasons
I gotta put on for fam
Make sure my niggas eatin
They takin' my words
Like I'm a deacon
I'm really geekin
I'm really geekin, okay
I ain't never asked for no help
I been fightin' these demons myself
Bro selling souls, he'll take you off the shelf
I'm with the guys and they know that I'm sharin' the wealth, okay
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Hop on this bitch, I be snappin
Jumpin' on shit like a rabbit
I keep them racks in the attic
He doin' drugs like a uh-
He doin' drugs like an addict
She got a whole new ass
Rippin' that shit out the plastic, yeah
Uh uh, bitch, I'm a ball like a Maverick
I got a ratchet bitch, holding my motherf*ckin' ratchet
I got a ratchet bitch, holding my motherf*ckin' ratchet
(Holding up my mo' f*ckin' ratchet)
(Lil nigga it'll get tragic)
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(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah)
Hop on this bitch, I be snappin
Jumpin' on shit like a rabbit
I keep them racks in the attic
He doin' drugs like a uh-
He doin' drugs like a addict
She got a whole new ass
Rippin' that shit out the plastic, yeah
Bitch I'm a ball like a maverick, yeah
I got a ratchet bitch holdin' my motherf*ckin' ratchet, yeah
I left that bitch on seen
If you ain't runnin' that mouth
I can't recommend you to the team
Yeah, I'm runnin this shit
I feel like a motherf*ckin' dean
She don't f*ck with me
She say I'm so motherf*ckin' mean
Yeah, 300 on the coat
I'm stuntin' on the motherf*ckin' booth
I'm on fire like a motherf*ckin' roast
Throwing ass, come throw me that throat
I'm ballin' out overseas
Gettin' bread like the whole damn loaf
I was tryna make a mil, no oat
I was tryna get a mil like tread
Stop playin', girl, bring me that head
Why you hating? Is it somethin' I said
Got so many ho-ho-hoes
I could put them on the back of a sled
I be walkin' with a whole lotta green
Choppa leave you with a whole lotta red
I'm a fill him with a whole lotta lead
King size, that's a whole lotta bed
Yeah, it's hittin' like tank, no top
I'm in the field, Deion
Real nigga, shit, what I be on
Rich nigga, shit, what I be on
You ain't P, you a peon
Run it up till infinity and beyond
Bitch I'm a ball for like 50 seasons
Hit it real quick and then I'll be leavin
Skinny, why all you talk about is money
I give you like 50 reasons
I gotta put on for fam
Make sure my niggas eatin
They takin' my words
Like I'm a deacon
I'm really geekin
I'm really geekin, okay
I ain't never asked for no help
I been fightin' these demons myself
Bro selling souls, he'll take you off the shelf
I'm with the guys and they know that I'm sharin' the wealth, okay
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Hop on this bitch, I be snappin
Jumpin' on shit like a rabbit
I keep them racks in the attic
He doin' drugs like a uh-
He doin' drugs like an addict
She got a whole new ass
Rippin' that shit out the plastic, yeah
Uh uh, bitch, I'm a ball like a Maverick
I got a ratchet bitch, holding my motherf*ckin' ratchet
I got a ratchet bitch, holding my motherf*ckin' ratchet
(Holding up my mo' f*ckin' ratchet)
(Lil nigga it'll get tragic)
(Yeah)
Hop on this bitch, I be snappin
Jumpin' on shit like a rabbit
I keep them racks in the attic
He doin' drugs like a uh-
He doin' drugs like a addict
She got a whole new ass
Rippin' that shit out the plastic, yeah
Bitch I'm a ball like a maverick, yeah
I got a ratchet bitch holdin' my motherf*ckin' ratchet, yeah
I left that bitch on seen
If you ain't runnin' that mouth
I can't recommend you to the team
Yeah, I'm runnin this shit
I feel like a motherf*ckin' dean
She don't f*ck with me
She say I'm so motherf*ckin' mean
Yeah, 300 on the coat
I'm stuntin' on the motherf*ckin' booth
I'm on fire like a motherf*ckin' roast
Throwing ass, come throw me that throat
I'm ballin' out overseas
Gettin' bread like the whole damn loaf
I was tryna make a mil, no oat
I was tryna get a mil like tread
Stop playin', girl, bring me that head
Why you hating? Is it somethin' I said
Got so many ho-ho-hoes
I could put them on the back of a sled
I be walkin' with a whole lotta green
Choppa leave you with a whole lotta red
I'm a fill him with a whole lotta lead
King size, that's a whole lotta bed
Yeah, it's hittin' like tank, no top
I'm in the field, Deion
Real nigga, shit, what I be on
Rich nigga, shit, what I be on
You ain't P, you a peon
Run it up till infinity and beyond
Bitch I'm a ball for like 50 seasons
Hit it real quick and then I'll be leavin
Skinny, why all you talk about is money
I give you like 50 reasons
I gotta put on for fam
Make sure my niggas eatin
They takin' my words
Like I'm a deacon
I'm really geekin
I'm really geekin, okay
I ain't never asked for no help
I been fightin' these demons myself
Bro selling souls, he'll take you off the shelf
I'm with the guys and they know that I'm sharin' the wealth, okay
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Hop on this bitch, I be snappin
Jumpin' on shit like a rabbit
I keep them racks in the attic
He doin' drugs like a uh-
He doin' drugs like an addict
She got a whole new ass
Rippin' that shit out the plastic, yeah
Uh uh, bitch, I'm a ball like a Maverick
I got a ratchet bitch, holding my motherf*ckin' ratchet
I got a ratchet bitch, holding my motherf*ckin' ratchet
(Holding up my mo' f*ckin' ratchet)
(Lil nigga it'll get tragic)
Writer: Amir Walker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid