Lyrics: DMB Gotti/Rucci/DYLN
Music: Matthew Thomas/Juan Martinez Jr./Kenrick Albert Haylock/Paul Dylan Mendoza
Lemme talk for a minute
Make the bitch bang the set while i'm in it
What what if they listen
Close the casket take a walk when i'm finished
Ain't no way these niggas got what you missin (Aint no way these niggas got it)
She keep sayin' i'm a asshole
Well I like that (Well I like that)
She seen the text
I said pull up
She told her friends
She be right back (I'll be right back)
Damn
Why she look so sexy when she climax
The man, quit with all them questions
We don't like that (Hold on)
This little pretty bitch
I met her round the corner
She said boi' I need some answers
Said go get it from my lawyer (Get it from my lawyer)
That little nigga stable
Now time to go and get horses
We ain't never watch no cable
Turnt up jumpin off them porches
Like mama, I know you see me (I know you see me)
Why the **** when I was comin up
These bitches ain't believe me
Riding through the city
Drop the top
Feel like I'm weezy (Top feel like im weezy)
Man I swear this shit a game
I hit the top they get uneasy
Talking out his head
We'll come slide and get greazy
Wonderin if i'm gon get it
I'm gon ride or
I'm too greedy
Stop actin like you need me
Pass go and never look back
Swear to god
I'm never ****in wit no hood rats (DM Beezy)
She told me that she want it
I said, baby go and get it
Ima, bust that thing down
She gon choose up
Im all up in it
Keep it ten toes down
U switching up then I aint widdit'
All these bitches getting caught up in they feelings
And all these niggas that stay creepin up on me
Shit ion kno em'
I can never put no loyalty up in a hoe
They been shootin on my block
But we still crackin like a 40
Diamonds on me dancin'
That's why I gotta keep it on me
I done been robbed, finessed
Shot at, but not shot (Ay talk to em)
Almost lost my own life
On my block (On my block)
Ay, so you don't know the chances I got
Now you don't really understand
The shit that I pop
Now I ain't cuban bitch
But I need a cuban bitch
Cuban chain, cuban wrist watch
How I do this shit (Okay)
A big booty bitch
Bust it open, do the splits (What)
Now I ain't Ludacris (Oh)
Get out the way (Oh)
Or i'm movin shit (Ay okay tho)
It's Rucci bitch
Let em' know my name (Let em' know my name)
Bussdown on my buckets
I got Cartier frames
Big ass Gun
Big ass Chain (Oh)
Middle finger to the ops (Oh what)
**** what you claim
It's the big dawg (Ya)
You can't stop this (You can't stop this)
I tote glocks every day
And show rock shit (And show rock shit)
Lean up on my soda pop
Straight drop bitch
It ain't not question
Who the motha****in' hottest
Rucci