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Prod. Skaz

LYRICS:

I had the sock on the mic, nigga was talking too loud in the background for me.

She got the head that I like, she suck it just right, pull up in this bitch clean.

Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.

Do you think your bitch is for you? Cause I think your bitch is for me. 



Run it up, run it up yeah.

Throw some ones, throw some ones yeah.

If you hotter than the sun yeah.

( hotter than the sun yeah)

Skaz told me hop on this bitch, bless it

Your bitch I told her pull up and undress it.

Splash, these niggas want sauce to the- (yeah)

Splash these niggas want sauce to the dressing. (Dressing)



I ain’t never tell yeah, what the fuck I’m ‘possed to tell ya.

And the choppa real yeah, twin ass ready to kill yeah.

I ain’t never tell yeah, what the fuck I’m ‘possed to tell ya.

And the choppa real yeah, twin ass ready to kill yeah.



I’m glad that you noticed it.

I had to fuck ‘round and ghost the bitch

You post on your- You post on your story saying you “going ghost a bit”

I don’t think nobody noticed it.

Stack up the money like Ralo afro.

Fuck that, young nigga going all pro.

Y’all niggas broke as a Bernie Mac joke.

Flipping they whip make em skrrt in the store.



2016 man I’m smoking on dope.

Geeked up, fuck this bitch out of her coat.

Touching my gun is like touching my hoe.

Speaking of that put my gun in her throat. (throat, throat, throat, throat)

Yeah bitch don’t move or this shit might blow.

Dressed in all black like I’m driving the boat.

Smacked my lil cousin, he ain’t pass the controller.

Robbing the plug cause he taxing the yoda. (taxing the yoda)



Fuck, fuck.



Found out my last bitch dancing for nuts.

Studio smell like grabba and runtz.

1’s in between and the 50 on front. (50 on me)

White boy E, yeah I’m using his gun.

Fuck that, flash the red beam make em run.

They dissing who? We chop off your tongue, chop of ya-

We havin- we havin some fun.

The bitch ass niggas ain’t fucking on none.



Run it up, run it up yeah.

Throw some ones, throw some ones yeah.

If you hotter than the sun yeah.

( hotter than the sun yeah)

Skaz told me hop on this bitch, bless it

Your bitch I told her pull up and undress it.

Splash, these niggas want sauce to the- (yeah)

Splash these niggas want sauce to the dressing. (Dressing)



I had the sock on the mic, nigga was talking too loud in the background for me.

She got the head that I like, she suck it just right, pull up in this bitch clean.

Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.

Do you think your bitch is for you? Cause I think your bitch is for me.



Cause I think your bitch is for me.



Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.



Cause I think your bitch is for me.

Dressing

fully produced by rexv2

LYRICS

I was gon' text you back but I did not know what to say, yeah
Situation bad and I left my clothes at your place
With twin bad h*es different race
Twin been ducking RICO case
Call up mud, said he ok
He call me up, I'm serving
Bass- Bass- Bass- Bass-
New AR we don't use mace
Fill that yard with yellow tape
Twin go hard if its bout' that pape
Pop out, Scar em' with that drac
I'm living large and this sh*t great
I'm with my dawg like Fin & Jake
These h*es just call me just to debate
Ian' tryna waste my time, nah
Ian' tryna waste my life, huh
Can you get line? yeah
Block yo' number just might, uhhh
Skrrr, Bently Truck
Pillows in the back, it's plush
We talk tough but back that up
Bad h*e, said she tryna back that up
Fine sh*t, twin tryn' mack on her
Diamonds on my neck, sh*t bust
And you stay on that keyboard, tough
N*gga like this sh*t Rust, yuh
Twin might get you touched
That sh*t not even sh*t to us, ahhh
Bro lift you up
Angle wings, sh*t pick up
They tryna throw me that bag
It isn't enough
N*ggas tryna act like they bigger than us
Fake kick, you ain't even kicking with us
I'm in the A and I'm living it up
I ain't even pick up the phone and she tripping or sum'
I'm up in the booth baby yeah I'm locked in, I ain't tripping on nun'
Like look what you do n*gga
You ain't locked in, you can't get in with us
My lil' brother true n*gga yeah he mobbin'
I've been getting lit with you bruh
Gang sending 22 slugs
I ain't gon' pretend I'm a thug
I done put some sh*t in my cup
Brudda up that stick out the truck

I was gon' text you back but I did not know what to say, yeah
Situation bad and I left my clothes at your place
With twin bad h*es different race
Twin been ducking RICO case
Call up mud, said he ok
He call me up, I'm serving
Bass- Bass- Bass- Bass-
New AR we don't use mace
Fill that yard with yellow tape
Twin go hard if its bout' that pape
Pop out, Scar em' with that drac
I'm living large and this sh*t great
I'm with my dawg like Fin & Jake
These h*es just call me just to debate
Ian' tryna waste my time, nah
Ian' tryna waste my life, huh
Can you get line? yeah
Block yo' number just might, uhhh
Skrrr, Bently Truck
Pillows in the back, it's plush

Dressing

zeir (@zeirfr)