Lyrics
I hope you listen to this because you could use this for one of your fucking songs
Adrian stop hitting the fucking car, I can hear you
What the heck?
I told you to fucking stop, why can't you listen to me?
You didn't have to hang up on me
You know what... I'm gonna keep tryna call you, and you better answer me
Like please just do this one thing for me, please
But... Fuck you
Its-its-it's it's yo' boy DjTray (aye, aye, aye)
Sip Patron but this shit ain't got me drunk enough
Numb enough, three big facers it gotchu dumb enough
Big booty bitch, with knobby knees, made her buckle up
Big titty fiend with double D's I made her double dutch
She lookin' fly when she steppin' in them Cortez's
Court steppin', Gucci-fly down she give me more head and
I'm getting more bread and all you niggas money stretchin'
He got bopped for talking shit but he ain't learn his lesson
We live and learn all my niggas still young and reckless
If it's yo' turn to pass the bitch, but she ain't get the message
Ain't from the gutter, but on God I'm gettin' restless
When there's cash to make, I got money on my checklist
The choppa eat a nigga and tote the Smith and Wesson
Smoke 'em like a wood all my niggas stay progressin'
Amb the uno, lil' feni second
Gassed up with the team, bitch left me but regret it
I been stuck in this game I been scorin'
Now I'm with this bitch and she boujee, you can't afford it
I was fuckin' with a lame now it's over with
Onto more bitches and booty, know I'm gon' record it
In the hills doubled up, red pourin'
Skirtin' out the lot with the kia, I said floor it
Got the chills all this ice got me frozen
I ain't said I'm drippin' lil' nigga I said pourin'
Sip Patron but this shit ain't got me drunk enough
Numb enough, three big facers it gotchu dumb enough
Big booty bitch, with knobby knees, made her buckle up
Big titty fiend with double D's I made her double dutch
She lookin' fly when she steppin' in them Cortez's
Court steppin', Gucci-fly down she give me more head and
I'm getting more bread and all you niggas money stretchin'
He got bopped for talking shit but he ain't learn his lesson
I blow her back but the bitch gimme asthma
Throwin' ass back she let me get it on the camera
Turbo racing 'cause the wave got a plasma
Bitches be flocking when they know a nigga gassed up
Never trust her, never trust her
She left my heart cold I thought I loved her
Never trust her, never trust her
She married to the money I done cuffed her
Yeah, the bitch can't control me like I'm on leash
But I dogged the bitch like I be rolling off the yee (off the yee)
Sipped the Henny double G I got Margella feet
Can't control a nigga no more, designer fiend (designer fiend)
Yeah I'm thankful for the niggas who be spottin' me
You don't gotta pay no more, it's on me (it's on me)
You know lil' bitty in the mood when she next to me
She ain't textin' you back no more took your scheme (took your baddie)
And you niggas ain't workin' or moving
Get into that back suite we breaking all the deuce
Thowing me really serving now he dude slaying
I'm doing my thing we getting litty on a Tuesday
I'm finna turn my life a movie
Can't trust a soul yeah these niggas actin' two-face
He a internet boy actin' two-faced
Tryna be the first but I done hit 'em all it's too late
Sip Patron but this shit ain't got me drunk enough
Numb enough, three big facers it gotchu dumb enough
Big booty bitch, with knobby knees, made her buckle up
Big titty fiend with double D's I made her double dutch
She lookin' fly when she steppin' in them Cortez's
Court steppin', Gucci-fly down she give me more head and
I'm getting more bread and all you niggas money stretchin'
He got bopped for talking shit but he ain't learn his lesson
No cap
Know what I'm saying?
That's just really it, black never gon' stop moving foward
Keep your head up though, it's gon' get better
