CORRECT LYRICS
I'm tired of this chain and shit heavy
Shit, I'm from the Southwest of Delhi
Yeah
Shit, I've got this thing from New York like the custom
I talk like Sharkiesha on Belly
Aha, yeah, nigga now I'm back from that get back
I was just trying to eat, they ain't let me
I put the switch on this bitch, it's the chopper I hit it (frrrrr)
It sound like propellers
I heard niggas think baby ain't got it
Tell my travel agent order it in private
Nigga I ain't even got nowhere to go
But I feel like flexing so take me to an island
I hate when it's raining outside
Drop a nigga off when the sun shining
Pull up presidential in a phantom, Obama
Send a couple thousands to my baby mama
I got a bitch from the Bronx that she's feeling me
But I really won't fuck 'round with Hennessy
Tell my boy Set to go high like Carter
Yo lil sister a motherfucking Barbie
Baby That shit niggas talking about garbage
I set this bitch off, get me started
You know I smoke out the pound of shit stank
When I walk in the bank, smell like somebody farted
Come on with your big ass, yeah
Hit him up, gon' get that shit bag, uh
When they found him, he was dead on the motherfucking scene
I'm the one did that, nigga I got him, gon' play that cool, they ain't know it was me
I'm the one spent that, and that fin ain't got kickback
Yeah, pull up back to back Benz as they mismatch
Tipsy drive, incentives, lil' bitch back
You got it lil' buddy, yeah I get a lil' nigga out of here, buddy
I hustle day and night, yeah, nigga gotta be cutting Uh-uh
Becoming like the nigga gotta be, baby I'm known to get on your ass
Drive a bitch crazy
Get to that bag, taking my babies
Stay with that fire, standing on business I'ma shoot at you niggas
Every time that y'all playin' Bout to switch it up to plain Jane jewelry
Cause everything that glitter ain't gold Niggas hoes, they ain't fooling me
Let it blow, nigga, ain't no fear of me It's up in my security, don't bust it I'm shooting my security
Growing up, nigga, mama made you fight back
I can't even shake the shit off from like that
I'm out the way, let me the fuck alone
If you ain't got a casket or ice pack
Shout out to Ice Spice
Lyrics : DELI
I'm tired of this chain and shit heavy
Shit, I'm from the Southwest of Delhi
Yeah
Shit, I've got this thing from New York like the custom
I talk like Sharkiesha on Belly
Aha, yeah, nigga now I'm back from that get back
I was just trying to eat, they ain't let me
I put the switch on this bitch, it's the chopper I hit it (frrrrr)
It sound like propellers
I heard niggas think baby ain't got it
Tell my travel agent order it in private
Nigga I ain't even got nowhere to go
But I feel like flexing so take me to an island
I hate when it's raining outside
Drop a nigga off when the sun shining
Pull up presidential in a phantom, Obama
Send a couple thousands to my baby mama
I got a bitch from the Bronx that she's feeling me
But I really won't fuck 'round with Hennessy
Tell my boy Set to go high like Carter
Yo lil sister a motherfucking Barbie
Baby That shit niggas talking about garbage
I set this bitch off, get me started
You know I smoke out the pound of shit stank
When I walk in the bank, smell like somebody farted
Come on with your big ass, yeah
Hit him up, gon' get that shit bag, uh
When they found him, he was dead on the motherfucking scene
I'm the one did that, nigga I got him, gon' play that cool, they ain't know it was me
I'm the one spent that, and that fin ain't got kickback
Yeah, pull up back to back Benz as they mismatch
Tipsy drive, incentives, lil' bitch back
You got it lil' buddy, yeah I get a lil' nigga out of here, buddy
I hustle day and night, yeah, nigga gotta be cutting Uh-uh
Becoming like the nigga gotta be, baby I'm known to get on your ass
Drive a bitch crazy
Get to that bag, taking my babies
Stay with that fire, standing on business I'ma shoot at you niggas
Every time that y'all playin' Bout to switch it up to plain Jane jewelry
Cause everything that glitter ain't gold Niggas hoes, they ain't fooling me
Let it blow, nigga, ain't no fear of me It's up in my security, don't bust it I'm shooting my security
Growing up, nigga, mama made you fight back
I can't even shake the shit off from like that
I'm out the way, let me the fuck alone
If you ain't got a casket or ice pack
Shout out to Ice Spice
