prod. hud2exotic

It’s enough

You got Saint Laurent all on your jacket, you so tuff
It’s just something ’bout the way you rock and do your stuff
Make me wanna take you out, I take you up above
I’ll just wait till the gang get out, you know I show them love
I got pistols, we can bang it out, they say they want some blood?
Got a K, that bitch be hanging out, it feel like all I love
Slice, slice, I went Wu-Tang and now I’m hanging wit my cus
My type, yeah, she some bad lil shit, she grab it wit her glove
Mike Tyson, I pull up bashing shit, I prolly don’t need no gun
I get to trippin’, this stick, it stay on my side, it feel like I’m born to blick
Fuckin’ this hoe, I’m dogging this hoe, I’m beating that shit like I’m born to hit

M17, no normal stick
Hoe too clean, got bored of it
Diamond ring, yo daughter lit
She drink my kids, drink all of it
I’m teaching her 1, 2, swallow and spit
This not a runaround, this how I get
I get down wit them blicks
Nigga wanna runaround, play, got hit
Sing on the bus, I’m like Ms. Frizz
Hermès belt on the buckle, I’m lit
I get mad, I’m throwing a fit
You got racks imported
They gon like it, love it
Guide your hand and touch it
I’m so I’m so deadend
I’m so I’m so westend

It’s enough

You got Saint Laurent all on your jacket, you so tuff
It’s just something ’bout the way you rock and do your stuff
Make me wanna take you out, I take you up above
I’ll just wait till the gang get out, you know I show them love
I got pistols, we can bang it out, they say they want some blood?
Got a K, that bitch be hanging out, it feel like all I love
Slice, slice, I went Wu-Tang and now I’m hanging wit my cus
My type, yeah, she some bad lil shit, she grab it wit her glove
Mike Tyson, I pull up bashing shit, I prolly don’t need no gun
I get to trippin’, this stick, it stay on my side, it feel like I’m born to blick
Fuckin’ this hoe, I’m dogging this hoe, I’m beating that shit like I’m born to hit

Wu-Tang

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