Lyrics
Look at that bitch
Tell me the price
I hit a lick
Doing it twice
Doing another tonight
Look at that bitch
Looking so nice
Flooding my wrist
Giving her ice
Give her whatever she like
I need ye by the case, ooh
Hit brakes, these white bitches love to play, ooh
Hundred K, I spread it all out on the table
I'm watching Netflix, I don't wanna pay for cable
You an op, get the fuck up out my face ooh
I'm feeling blessed god has gave me all his grace ooh
The way I smoke the tires it look like a race huh
And feds be tryna steady book my case ooh
Too many bitches try to hit me on my iPhone
She like the lights off but I hit it with the lights on
She gripping on my dick I'm gripping on her thigh bone
You and your homies really been a no fly zone
Imma smoke the fuck out when I arrive home
I just asked her if she loved me you know I'm stoned
My main bitch tried to fuck my other side hoe
It's got my mind spinning circles like a cyclone
And she know she ain't my type
I keep my drugs and my pistol by my side
I go through this situation every night
Another bitch who think that she can change my life
I'm the man I know
I need space you know
I brought bands and you know I got the drum real close
Popping xans then you know she ain't my type no no
She ain't loyal so she really ain't my type no no
Grab my gun
I'm having fun
I with my hoes
And you know I got ton
If she catch me out in public then I'm done
All the smoke is really weighing on my lungs
I didn't know you could do that with your tongue
The way she suck me off I think I fell in love
I ain't catching any feelings I'm just drunk
But imma hit it from the back and then the front
Look at that bitch she look amazing
She say she need me in her life she making changes
But lately I've been feeling like we really strangers
Cuz I got pages in my pocket with the paper
And I when I pull up with guap she making
Faces
I had drop a half a stack and buy the stainless
And with drugs that I've been on I'm seeing tracers
I broke her heart but I made sure that is was painless
I'm the man I know
I need space you know
I brought bands and you know I got the drum real close
Popping xans then you know she ain't my type no no
She ain't loyal so she really ain't my type no no
And she know she ain't my type
I keep my drugs and my pistol by my side
I go through this situation every night
Another bitch who think that she can change my life