Lyrics: Lil Shine
Music: Lil Shine
[Intro]
And you better pay me the respect that I gave your brother
Or we're gonna have a problem
A bad one
(Exclusive)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I pulled up with hoes on me, she don't talk to nobody
Put my trust in nobody, I can't **** with nobody
She said she love nobody, I know she got nobody
How she don't got no waist? Pretty face
No, I can't **** this up, I can't feel the drugs
I can't feel the love, I just popped the bot'
He just pour that cup, I pour the Tris and I spin up
I-I'm in the cell doin' sit-ups, huh, pla-plate call, had to pick up, huh
[Verse]
Like goin' nuts, huh, told them, "Push up"
We outside gettin' high as ****, huh
I just hit my blunt, hit my cup
Honestly, I just wanna buy shit
Know that you can't buy it, bitch
Came in with designer shit
My lil' friends with finer shit (Bitch)
I'm finna **** this lil' shit up
Know her hair can reach her butt
I got rich, they switchin' up
We got issues at the first town that I met you
We just pulled up in that Hellcat
Cry real tears, I can tell no one else wanna be with you
Off designer drugs, they not high like us (Yeah)
Wa-way up, I'm on drank, you know you not fried like us (Oh)
I know you won't doubt my trust
I just met her at the docks hallway (Oh)
Tried to tell her I trapped all day (Oh)
If you need somethin', call me, huh (Bitch)
They still crackin' ERX, label just sent me a check
I deserve all the respect
Now I know why you did him bad
I'm still sipping Quag', **** a set
Call the boss, got plays on deck
Tried to check my cup, like, say?
You know she gon' **** me next, uh
[Bridge]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh (Hell yeah, bitch, you bad), uh (Hell yeah, bitch, you bad)
Uh (Hell yeah, bitch, you bad), uh (Hell yeah, bitch, you bad)
(Bitch)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I pulled up with hoes on me, she don't talk to nobody
Put my trust in nobody, I can't **** with nobody
She said she love nobody, I know she got nobody
How she don't got no waist? Pretty face
No, I can't **** this up, I can't feel the drugs
I can't feel the love, I just popped the bot'
He just pour that cup, I pour the Tris and I spin up
I'm in the cell doin' sit-ups, huh, plate call, had to pick up, huh
[Outro]
(Victory Lap Music, take a victory lap)