Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Stephen
Lyrics
Lyrics
Huh
Who run it
Let me get straight to it
Ima get straight to it
Ima keep it real
Fuck Gee
Fuck JL
And Fuck that nigga Ceily
In that specific order or however you wanna mix it up
It don't matter to me
Neimans
Demons
Neimans
Demons
Neimans
Demons
You niggas ain't nothing like me
You niggas will never be nothing like me
You can't do the shit that I do
You hear me
Do you hear me
Yeah what
1100 Ready
If we spin your block
That shit going to end up deadly
She fuck with the wok
She doing her best to keep it steady
I fuck too many hoes
For one of them not to be petty
This forty-five I carry heavy
Hambo Hambo Hambo
Mixing angles with the bape (mixing angles with the bape)
Hambo Hambo Hambo
Fucking bitches on the bus (Fucking bitches on the bus)
Yeah I know that's my crush but I fucked her on the bus
Man you niggas ain't seeing us (man you niggas ain't seeing us)
Please don't run up and get touched
Please don't run up and get brushed
First off
Ima tell you my niggas don't care
It's a new opp in the air
Tell them boys they need to come slide
We goin to send them upstairs
Pussy ass niggas they always goin to fold
Know a lot of niggas that already done told
None of you niggas was never my bros
None of you niggas is standing ten toes
That shit got me heated
I told P fuck a treaty
My nigga we ain't going to no meeting
I know this one bitch broke my heart
But now she crying she teething
That old shit can't get it back
My new bitch she cost a rack
Giving out them heart attacks
Not the store then get off my Sak
Tell Jus don't think it safe
We going to put you on a plate
Cause you sent my mans up state
On that day you sealed your fate
Another child without a dad
Hold on let me take that back
Because I need to address the fact
How your bitch in love with rats
This shit personal ima keep it real
We ain't never making amends
I would give your bitch to one of my mans
But she already been fucking my friends
Please don't get me mad
I couldn't wait to up this bitch
Shooting til I hear click
We going to put you on a shirt
They going to be saying OMG what happened
To him like Lil Durk
I fucked this bitch way too many times
Now her feelings hurt
Two two threes they knocking through doors
And they tearing spines
Okay cause you snake and that I snake
That don't make us slime
Damn I'm really in my prime
I don't have to wait on no woman because
Im not on they time
If I was invested in you
That just means im off my grind
Buying a new Rollie for my wrist
Is how im spending time
Im living way too proper
No more noodles on the table
We eating steak and lobster
Spanish mami on my line she wanna do the coocaracha
Please don't try us I am not no fucking boxer
Will rock a nigga feeling like we at the Oscar's
1100 Ready
If we spin your block
That shit going to get deaddy
She fuck with the wok
Try to keep it steady
I fuck too many hoes
One of them gotta be petty
This forty-five I carry heavy
Hambo Hambo Hambo
Mixing angles with the bape (mixing angles with the bape)
Hambo Hambo Hambo
Fucking bitches on the bus (Fucking bitches on the bus)
Yeah I know that's my crush but I fucked her on the bus
Man you niggas ain't seeing us (man you niggas ain't seeing us)
Please don't run up and get touched
Please don't run up and get rushed
Writer(s): Derrick Stephen
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