Lyrics: jcorey king
Music: jcorey king
This ho gon' drop that neck
You know I don't care 'bout nothing shawty, she know I'm the catch
Shoot what? I know he bluffing probably
Still, that boy get stretched
Got this hood bitch, she gon' suck it sloppy, say she from Buckhead
I go count up deads
I put bread on heads
Pale face, we smoke nicotine, sip lean, pop percocets
Damn I love my set
Told my bitch that, "I love sex"
She think I'm a model, told her, "Damn I like Complex"
No Russian, we tote K
Can't fvck with none of these pussy niggas
Can't fvck with none of these jakes
My boy just beat his case
Before that, he did that race
I so designer junkie, goddamn I got pale face
I got Saint Laurent my waist
I got big boots, it's no rain
I got swag, these niggas copy the swag, I got real good taste
Do my dirt, can't leave no trace
Nigga get hurt tryna' get in my way
Put him on a shit, put him in the dirt
Nigga get murked, thought shit was gang
This ho gon' drop that neck
You know I don't care 'bout nothing shawty, she know I'm the catch
Shoot what? I know he bluffing probably
Still, that boy get stretched
Got this hood bitch, she gon' suck it sloppy, say she from Buckhead
I go count up deads
I put bread on heads
Pale face, we smoke nicotine, sip lean, pop percocets
Damn I love my set
Told my bitch that, "I love sex"
She think I'm a model, told her, "Damn I like Complex"