Lyrics: Josh A Lee
Music: Josh A Lee
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Ayy
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that sh1t
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch.
With my mind on the chips and this nine on my hip.
****ed then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip.
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that sh1t.
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch.
With my mind on the chips and this nine on my hip.
****ed then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip.ga too icy, I pull up in layers.
Nigga too icy, I pull up in layers.
Don't need a blade, I'm still gonna' slay her.
Mind on the bread but I'm not a baker.
Need to teach school with the way that I get paper.
I don't **** with 12, don't **** with no rules.
I do **** with guns, so hand me that Ruger.
Pass me the gas, I'm finna' get higher.
Don't need a test, I know she a liar.
niggas dumb as hell, they don't got no bread, but won't bail.
They don't **** with nobody, but won't mail.
Don't send me your tape, it won't sell.
Yo, I'm sorry ho, that I couldn't be your Romeo,
'Cause you was too focused on Julio.
And now I'm too focused on getting dough, bitch.
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit .
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch.
With my mind on the chips and this nine on my hip.
****ed then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip.
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit .
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch.
With my mind on the chips and this nine on my hip.
****ed then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip.
Water my diamonds, my body shinin'.
She follow like Simon, get hit like a Lion.
Call up the plug 'cause I'm rollin' a bud.
You're not from the hood, get that understood.
I tote the MAC, get hit in the back,
'Cause we carry tacks and all of this shit rack.
I'm in the booth and I'm smokin' on cookie.
I know that I'm fresh but I'm still not a rookie, bitch.