CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : SoFlo Freestyle
Hey (Ain't know 'bout the streets goin' crazy)
Who it is?
Lil' Dee
Let's go
A-A-Ayy
Drugs in my body, I get high to ease the pain
I'ma make you cut yo' man off, that n***a lame
Why the f**k these n***as keep on starin' at my chain? (Chain)
I can't trust nobody and this money is to blame (Yah-yah)
Who the f**k is that?
Hoppin' out that all black[?] (Yeah)
She keep callin' me, I'm not the type to call back (Back)
n***as ain't have no good intentions, so I fall back (Ayy)
Try to rob me, you gon' end up where your dawg at (Bah!)
I be steppin' it, [?][0:38] fresh as hell, ain't it
I just pulled up to the party, saw your b*t*h, she damn near fainted
n***as thought that I was sweet 'cause I be rappin' and I'm famous
Put that pu**y straight to sleep in body bags, f**k a blanket
Uh, you can't ride wave, ain't no point even tryin' (Tryin')
Shawty sеllin' drinks, alright baby I ain't buyin' (Buyin')
I know you a thot, why the f**k she keep on lyin'? (Lyin')
Baby girl you trippin', check your shoе you need to tie it
Ha, need to tie your shoe, b*t*h you be trippin'
Ayy, f**k yo private plane, f**k yo' pilot I'm the flyest (Fly as hell, sh*t don't make no sense)
Ha, uh, n***a don't get no money, now they pockets on a diet
Ayy, racks can't fit in no wallet
Ayy, I get fly as hell by myself, I ain't need no stylist (Uh)
You can't find another n***a like me, girl, be honest (Uh)
f**k her from the back, and I nutted all on her bonnet (Ah)
I don't want no IG famous b*t*h, I want a trench ho
Smokin' runt pack, [?][1:29] ashes on my trench coat
You don't even know him, how the f**k is that your big bro? (Yeah)
No you ain't gon' shoot it, what the f**k you got that stick fo'? (Huh)
Steppin' on n***as in Christian Lou (Ooh)
n***as said he gon' run up on who? Make the news
b*t*h, I ain't no dummy, you can't play me like no fool
I got an old soul, I'm gon' give that boy the blues (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
She say she from Florida, shawty got that water
I think I adore her, so I'm gon' Dior her (*Cha-ching*)
He get out of line, we gon' put that boy in order (Gang)
She gon' f**k the whole gang, we just gon' record her (Gang)
Aw man, I'm in this b*t*h know that I'm trippin'
Ha! Uh! Gang!
Who it is?
Lil' Dee
Let's go
A-A-Ayy
Drugs in my body, I get high to ease the pain
I'ma make you cut yo' man off, that n***a lame
Why the f**k these n***as keep on starin' at my chain? (Chain)
I can't trust nobody and this money is to blame (Yah-yah)
Who the f**k is that?
Hoppin' out that all black[?] (Yeah)
She keep callin' me, I'm not the type to call back (Back)
n***as ain't have no good intentions, so I fall back (Ayy)
Try to rob me, you gon' end up where your dawg at (Bah!)
I be steppin' it, [?][0:38] fresh as hell, ain't it
I just pulled up to the party, saw your b*t*h, she damn near fainted
n***as thought that I was sweet 'cause I be rappin' and I'm famous
Put that pu**y straight to sleep in body bags, f**k a blanket
Uh, you can't ride wave, ain't no point even tryin' (Tryin')
Shawty sеllin' drinks, alright baby I ain't buyin' (Buyin')
I know you a thot, why the f**k she keep on lyin'? (Lyin')
Baby girl you trippin', check your shoе you need to tie it
Ha, need to tie your shoe, b*t*h you be trippin'
Ayy, f**k yo private plane, f**k yo' pilot I'm the flyest (Fly as hell, sh*t don't make no sense)
Ha, uh, n***a don't get no money, now they pockets on a diet
Ayy, racks can't fit in no wallet
Ayy, I get fly as hell by myself, I ain't need no stylist (Uh)
You can't find another n***a like me, girl, be honest (Uh)
f**k her from the back, and I nutted all on her bonnet (Ah)
I don't want no IG famous b*t*h, I want a trench ho
Smokin' runt pack, [?][1:29] ashes on my trench coat
You don't even know him, how the f**k is that your big bro? (Yeah)
No you ain't gon' shoot it, what the f**k you got that stick fo'? (Huh)
Steppin' on n***as in Christian Lou (Ooh)
n***as said he gon' run up on who? Make the news
b*t*h, I ain't no dummy, you can't play me like no fool
I got an old soul, I'm gon' give that boy the blues (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
She say she from Florida, shawty got that water
I think I adore her, so I'm gon' Dior her (*Cha-ching*)
He get out of line, we gon' put that boy in order (Gang)
She gon' f**k the whole gang, we just gon' record her (Gang)
Aw man, I'm in this b*t*h know that I'm trippin'
Ha! Uh! Gang!
