CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Red Lyte
If you don't got a gun, n***a, walk away from me
And the Glock finna take out his guts, I ain't tuckin' his tummy
B*t*h, you not my twizzy, who told you we buddies?
I just caught that boy lackin' and now my jit bloody
Gave her d**k one time, now she tell me she love me (Dylvinci got the code)
He want the static, he not 'bout that action
I pull out the choppa, catch him at the red light
B*t*h think he cappin', I hit then I pa** it
I f**ked on his mama and now it's his bedtime
I be your stepdad, you cannot flex that
D**k hard on the bed, your mom erect that
Rappin' on n***as head, that's what I'm best at
Slide with the pole like I'm finna elеct somebody
Your shawty on me, n***a, don't test my buddy
Hеard that n***a lookin' for me, told the b*t*h, "Come find me"
And she suck me up, oh golly, probably
Hop out the cut, no mileage, shawty
Gave me the brain, no zombie
.223's gon' pierce his body
That Glock on me, push up, don't try me
One Perc' shot, itch like poison ivy
yvngxchris Hansen when it come to features, I don't want anything under eighteen
And I met a sl*t, b*t*h, I think her name was Keisha
Tryna find anything under my jeans
And I heard she a bop-bop
I just might let it rain on an opp block, b*t*h, I'm a G
Five on the shot clock, lit up from deep
And I see why them not-hots tryna be me
Everybody wants to be like me
In a limousine smokin' on that green
Sippin' on that drink, woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh
Still lookin' for my John Doe
Do you got the time though?
I'm super fly, I know, ho
B*t*h, I need my bread pronto
I wanna be with you, I'm on my grind though
Baby, I'm a star, I'm meant to shine (Shine), ho
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She not tryna f**k, I'm kickin' that b*t*h out
Glock in my hand, don't make me pull that b*t*h out
Asian lil' b*t*h told me, "Pull that d**k out"
He try to test me, got that n***a glicked down
I laugh to the bank, n***a, hahaha
If a n***a test me, it go, "Gra-da-da-da"
In the f**kin' 'Rari and I'm droppin' the top
And I'm countin' money while she suckin' my c*ck
I got hella b*t*hes so I'm f**kin' a lot
I do not give a damn, I say, "F**k it" a lot
And lil' b*t*h, you a virgin
You just be cappin' and sh*t, n***a, you don't be f**kin' no thots
Why these n***as on d**k? Uh-huh
When I pull that b*t*h out, she gon' give me that clit, uh-huh
And I'm givin' them flint, uh-huh (Okay)
And I caught that boy lackin', I slide with the Glock and I empty the clip, uh-huh
And I'm sorry, lil' b*t*h, I cannot keep you in if you not givin' lip, uh-huh
And I'm shoppin' at Saks, but that's not the problem, b*t*h, I got a whole lotta cash
I'ma f**k on that b*t*h from the motherf**kin' back 'cause that b*t*h got a whole lot of a**
I'ma hop in the goddamn SRT, got a whole lotta dash
N***a, you is a lil' b*t*h, I end a n***a life with this stick
That Glock get a bite of your lip
N***a, ain't nobody comparin' to Chris
Lean in my p*ss, I swear that these f**k n***as makin' me sick
Like sick to my stomach, b*t*h, I need to sh*t
And they say, "Who is Chris?" B*t*h, I be the sh*t
I'm way too cold, don't preheat me, b*t*h
She a goddamn thot, might delete the b*t*h
I just might leave the b*t*h
Chris so goddamn tight, n***a, you gotta see this sh*t
Breathin' it, pushin' the motherf**kin' Lamborghini, my keys in it
I got a Glock and another f**kin' choppa, yeah, that sh*t really be beamin', b*t*h
Made that boy fall like autumn (Oh, like TwinUzis?)
No, n***a, the season, b*t*h
I put the d**k in, I pulled the d**k out, I just might have to tease the b*t*h
Yeah, oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah
Hit from the back, n***a, I said, "Oh yeah"
Catch the pu**y, one hand, Odell
Lick on the pu**y, I pray that it don't smell
B*t*h, I'm the sh*t, but I think we can both tell
My bae a model, shaped like a bottle
Y.O.L.O. my motto
I f**k a sl*t today while I'm waitin' for tomorrow
Let's kick it at my condo
I shoot it and I score like Rondo (Splash), Rondo (Splash)
Still lookin' for my John Doe
Do you got the time though?
I'm super fly, I know, ho
B*t*h, I need my bread pronto
I wanna be with you, I'm on my grind though
Baby, I'm a star, I'm meant to shine (Shine), ho (Ho)
Can I f**k you my— (Shine, ho) Huh, high, ho
High, ho
And the Glock finna take out his guts, I ain't tuckin' his tummy
B*t*h, you not my twizzy, who told you we buddies?
I just caught that boy lackin' and now my jit bloody
Gave her d**k one time, now she tell me she love me (Dylvinci got the code)
He want the static, he not 'bout that action
I pull out the choppa, catch him at the red light
B*t*h think he cappin', I hit then I pa** it
I f**ked on his mama and now it's his bedtime
I be your stepdad, you cannot flex that
D**k hard on the bed, your mom erect that
Rappin' on n***as head, that's what I'm best at
Slide with the pole like I'm finna elеct somebody
Your shawty on me, n***a, don't test my buddy
Hеard that n***a lookin' for me, told the b*t*h, "Come find me"
And she suck me up, oh golly, probably
Hop out the cut, no mileage, shawty
Gave me the brain, no zombie
.223's gon' pierce his body
That Glock on me, push up, don't try me
One Perc' shot, itch like poison ivy
yvngxchris Hansen when it come to features, I don't want anything under eighteen
And I met a sl*t, b*t*h, I think her name was Keisha
Tryna find anything under my jeans
And I heard she a bop-bop
I just might let it rain on an opp block, b*t*h, I'm a G
Five on the shot clock, lit up from deep
And I see why them not-hots tryna be me
Everybody wants to be like me
In a limousine smokin' on that green
Sippin' on that drink, woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh
Still lookin' for my John Doe
Do you got the time though?
I'm super fly, I know, ho
B*t*h, I need my bread pronto
I wanna be with you, I'm on my grind though
Baby, I'm a star, I'm meant to shine (Shine), ho
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She not tryna f**k, I'm kickin' that b*t*h out
Glock in my hand, don't make me pull that b*t*h out
Asian lil' b*t*h told me, "Pull that d**k out"
He try to test me, got that n***a glicked down
I laugh to the bank, n***a, hahaha
If a n***a test me, it go, "Gra-da-da-da"
In the f**kin' 'Rari and I'm droppin' the top
And I'm countin' money while she suckin' my c*ck
I got hella b*t*hes so I'm f**kin' a lot
I do not give a damn, I say, "F**k it" a lot
And lil' b*t*h, you a virgin
You just be cappin' and sh*t, n***a, you don't be f**kin' no thots
Why these n***as on d**k? Uh-huh
When I pull that b*t*h out, she gon' give me that clit, uh-huh
And I'm givin' them flint, uh-huh (Okay)
And I caught that boy lackin', I slide with the Glock and I empty the clip, uh-huh
And I'm sorry, lil' b*t*h, I cannot keep you in if you not givin' lip, uh-huh
And I'm shoppin' at Saks, but that's not the problem, b*t*h, I got a whole lotta cash
I'ma f**k on that b*t*h from the motherf**kin' back 'cause that b*t*h got a whole lot of a**
I'ma hop in the goddamn SRT, got a whole lotta dash
N***a, you is a lil' b*t*h, I end a n***a life with this stick
That Glock get a bite of your lip
N***a, ain't nobody comparin' to Chris
Lean in my p*ss, I swear that these f**k n***as makin' me sick
Like sick to my stomach, b*t*h, I need to sh*t
And they say, "Who is Chris?" B*t*h, I be the sh*t
I'm way too cold, don't preheat me, b*t*h
She a goddamn thot, might delete the b*t*h
I just might leave the b*t*h
Chris so goddamn tight, n***a, you gotta see this sh*t
Breathin' it, pushin' the motherf**kin' Lamborghini, my keys in it
I got a Glock and another f**kin' choppa, yeah, that sh*t really be beamin', b*t*h
Made that boy fall like autumn (Oh, like TwinUzis?)
No, n***a, the season, b*t*h
I put the d**k in, I pulled the d**k out, I just might have to tease the b*t*h
Yeah, oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah
Hit from the back, n***a, I said, "Oh yeah"
Catch the pu**y, one hand, Odell
Lick on the pu**y, I pray that it don't smell
B*t*h, I'm the sh*t, but I think we can both tell
My bae a model, shaped like a bottle
Y.O.L.O. my motto
I f**k a sl*t today while I'm waitin' for tomorrow
Let's kick it at my condo
I shoot it and I score like Rondo (Splash), Rondo (Splash)
Still lookin' for my John Doe
Do you got the time though?
I'm super fly, I know, ho
B*t*h, I need my bread pronto
I wanna be with you, I'm on my grind though
Baby, I'm a star, I'm meant to shine (Shine), ho (Ho)
Can I f**k you my— (Shine, ho) Huh, high, ho
High, ho
