LYRICS:
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
2:00 a.m. shit, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah
Hated on the Rollie and I still ain't got time
Geekin' on the lean while them hoes snorting lines
Nah, I'm still the same nigga, no wait by the line
Walking in, strap on me, I don't do a pat down
Even when I'm getting sucked off, know a strap round
Know a nigga faking, we ain't never seen his background
Spend a little quarter mil just to ride your bitch 'round
Nigga seeing chandeliers when I wave my wrist 'round
Please quit the talking ho, you might make me miscount
Say that ho faithful, I'ma show you what your bitch 'bout
Sprayin' like a wildfire, niggas can't put it out
Steady burning money, niggas mad that I ain't running out
Youngin super with it, talk about us, and they gun him down
I just bought a ring and that fucker worth a hundred pounds
Swear I'm on the right path, I'll never turn around
I just bought a chain and that fucker worth a hundred pounds
Key done taught me never trust a nigga or a bitch, hey
They ain't talking money, man that shit ain't making sense
Three choppers on me, nigga swerve with the tint
'Bout to take the whole house out and hop the fence
Rollie really dripping like this fucker had a rinse
Suck a nigga dick and I might pay a bitch rent
Praying to the Lord for my sins, I repent
Screaming fuck 'em all, and they know that's what I meant
Falling off nigga, never never, we ain't doin' that
Hundred mil' strong, fuck a ho, I'm pursuing that
Molly with the Perc' get you right, ho, I'm chewing that
You can have that powder shit, baby I ain't doing that
Spending guap on a thot thot, I ain't doing that
Sipping on the Wock' in the drop, yeah, I'm doing that
Pull up on an opp in the block, yeah, I'm doing that
Shooting at that nigga, don't stop, I ain't doing that
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch, I ain't doing that
Fucking on your bitch, she your bitch, yeah, I'm doing that
I'm counting them rolls, young nigga been doing that
Pouring them fours, young nigga been doing that
Your ho stay calling, don't know why she doing that
Callin' my phone, I hate when she doing that
Been on my VLONE, my nigga been doing that
I fuck your bitch, yeah, I been doing it
I'm on my shit, yeah, I been doing it
Hop on a beat, yeah, I influenced
All of my nig'-, yeah, they get to it
All of my bitches, they are into it
All of my nig'-, they gettin' to it
All of my bitches, they are into it, ooh, yeah
I got your bitch, and that bitch movin'
I got your bitch, and that bitch movin'
I got your bitch, let's get into it
Follow me bitch, let's make a movie
Pockets so thick, all in my Ksubi
Pockets so thick, they wanna sue me
Ooh, uh, let's get into it
Ooh, what, what, yeah, what, uh, yeah yeah
Falling off nigga, never never, we ain't doin' that
Hundred mil' strong, fuck a ho, I'm pursuing that
Molly with the Perc' get you right, ho, I'm chewing that
You can have that powder shit, baby, I ain't doing that
Spending guap on a thot thot, I ain't doing that
Sipping on the Wock' in the drop, yeah, I'm doing that
Pull up on an opp in the block, yeah, I'm doing that
Shooting at that nigga, don't stop, I ain't doing that
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch, I ain't doing that
Fucking on your bitch, she your bitch, yeah, I'm doing that
I'm counting them rolls, young nigga been doing that
Pouring them fours, young nigga been doing that

penthouse shordy x southside

liljtx - ( yeaa rollin thrax remix*) w/tana ~ sped up

Playboi Carti - Deep End

yam - Yeat (Prod. Sharkboy)

yeat - double (flip) based1

MATEO!! | bandz* (prod. stzy) With Kick

Lifestyle - Homixide Gang
Rawr*xd - Hardrock
*i do not own rights to these songs*

LIFESTYLE//RAWR*XD - HOMIXDE GANG & HARDROCK (prodby meech)

[ prod. hinh x yevom ]



LYRICS

[Intro]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
(​sokaiin on the track, nigga)
Niggas don't know, hah
What would you do, what would you do
What would you do, what would you—

[Pre-Chorus]

What would you do if I tag the toe?
Huh, had a low blow
.223 come at yo throat
Too legit diamonds, a nigga like me swimming out the shore
Niggas don't wanna do chit-chats, wanna get hit with extended mags (Boom)
Belittle the jigga like fucking his hoe, I got big hittas, tuck 'em in a bag

[Chorus]

What would you do? What you gon' do?
Finding you out like "Guess who?"
Niggas got pressed
Boom, boom, boom, shot out the roof
Alive in the flesh, I'm on that type of timing (Yeah)
Serve 'em like chicken, like food (Yuh)
I'm in the cut with a Culinan (What?)
Eating the gas out the hood (Huh)

[Verse 1]

All matte seats on an XT3
Got the Balmain jeans, got it all on me (On me, on me)
PCP finna make me green
All of these niggas they toting, they killing me
Most of the bitches, they wanting a little piece (Two for two)
Getting my bag on amenities
Frozen watches, couldn't tell the time
So it's out of sight, out of mind
On me, holding triggers 'til I see the light
Thought I really played with my life
Niggas said I woulda missed her
I don't give a fuck, but a nigga might
Fuck for the fucks, double my cup
Double my chances to float with the runts
Couple of bands on me, twerk for lil' sum
Come get yo' whole mans, oh, he up and he stuck

[Verse 2]

Bet it on Vetements, lawyer up
Spending it off of my settlements
Goyard my duff
Flexing, impressing them
Deadeye, they itching their head
Redeye, step with a motherfucking FN
Finna tie-dye a nigga, presume he dead
Now the feds on my head, I ain't take no cred
Evidence on this tooly got torn to shreds
Out with the hollows, I take out the lead
Tomorrow, I'm finna go shake her bed (Yeah, yeah)
Don't really know what's the issue
You can't take a joke, I was fucking with you (T'was a joke)
Fuck the joke, pay my venue
Make you choke, nigga, I'm outselling you

[Chorus]

What would you do? What you gon' do?
Finding you out like "Guess who?"
Niggas got pressed
Boom, boom, boom, shot out the roof
Alive in the flesh, I'm on that type of timing (Yeah)
Serve 'em like chicken, like food (Yuh)
I'm in the cut with a Cullinan (What?)
Eating the gas out the hood (Huh)

wwyd?

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