歌词
She's stuck up on what it coulda been, or what it was
I keep that stick up on my hip, you know it's pack-a-punched
And these niggas fuck with my music, they say that it's tuff
And bro I do not want your hoe because she already scuffed
Stop wasting time with these hoes, It's time to re-up on some clothes
You never know when the pressure gon come and make you fold
Stop wasting time with these hoes, It's time to re-up on some clothes
You never know when the pressure gon come and make you fold
Pace, yeah, bitch keep up that pace, yeah
Like inWintr said, bitch we love that cake, yeah
And it's it's bodies piling up, it's crystal lake, yeah
And she gon text my phone because she wanna stay
She stuck up on what it coulda been, or what it was
Play with my crew, we sliding through, and you gon catch these slugs
Your own people don't fuck with you and that just says enough
And no shawty I don't want you, but tell your friend wassup
Go, Yeah, Go
Go, Yeah, Go
Go, Yeah, Go
Go, Yeah, Go
She's stuck up on what it coulda been, or what it was
I keep that stick up on my hip, you know it's pack-a-punched
And these niggas fuck with my music, they say that it's tuff
And bro I do not want your hoe because she already scuffed
Stop wasting time with these hoes, It's time to re-up on some clothes
You never know when the pressure gon come and make you fold
Stop wasting time with these hoes, It's time to re-up on some clothes
You never know when the pressure gon come and make you fold