TY Too Nice - SSA Lyrics

We was rollin' off a bean and I ain't talkin' pinto
Ya I love 'em mean, thick thigh, never simple
And she loves to cream, get it poppin' like a pimple
If a nigga actin' out of line, It's a war, never civil

Silverback, on my ape shit
Don't know who to thank bitch
Praise to the Hovah
Ja like I rule bitch
Don't know how I do this

Probably for the fun
Gotta run, like I'm Usain, niggas be my son

Man the way you niggas talk, it's all cap (not the gun)
Man the way you niggas act, I'm so done (not the one)
It's all good, 'cause I know there's some money to be made
Like a freight train hoe, keepin' track of all my gains bitch

Track of all my gains bitch
Keepin' track of all that shit hoe

(So now yall motherf*ckers want the hook)

Man that ass go stupid (Make that ass go stupid)

Shawty back, back, backed right into my ashtray
No se nigga when you ask where my plug stay
OK nigga stop playin' with my name
You the type of nigga to be talkin' like hable

No fame, I ain't new to this
Man I do this shit
Man I hit it off the jump like I'm Jordan kid
Or I'm Kobe kid, all that Magic shit
If I move to LA, do i get a championship
Do I get a deal and shit
Do I make a million
If I make it on my own, you gon' want to steal my shit
You gon' want a piece of this
You don't wanna see the kid
All you want is dough, you don't want to grind
Do you know what patience is