Cant let her give my lo' to you
Cant show dat hoe how I move
Young Fatso
Ride for me
Lie for me
If you gone' take my side
Then show it to me
She fuck with the opps, but she fucking me too
I can't show her how I move
Cant let her give my lo' to you
Ride for me
Lie for me
If you gone' take my side
Then show it to me
She fuck with the opps, but she fucking me too
I can't show her how I move
Cant let her give my lo' to you
She cant keep giving out my lo' somebody gone get touched
No I don't got nothing to prove but it wont be one of us
Lost my mind I need drugs
Bout mines I need blood
Seen my brother in that casket that shit there had fucked me up
My youngin' gone spin with ratchets bet that bag gone get it done
We catch that nigga lacking Long Live Paper fill him up
Bruh I cant even cope I just want smoke to fill my lungs
In 5.56 .223 7.62 we trust
It ain't shit to get the drop give her the dick I got the lo'
Bro got the stick I told him I prefer the Glock fully auto
Show him how that 9 work, like fireworks
We hop out like July 4
What you know flowers, bleach showers, court dates and funerals
I ain't booted I'm just zooted
I'm shooting at sudden movement
She gone do it, don't be stupid
That boy ass got hit by Cupid
I ain't going out like that wont let no hoe get me into it
If you wanna fuck with a nat, tell that hoe that I need you to
Ride for me
Lie for me
If you gone' take my side
Then show it to me
She fuck with the opps, but she fucking me too
I can't show her how I move
Cant let her give my lo' to you
Ride for me
Lie for me
If you gone take my side
Then show it to me
She fuck with the opps, but she fucking me too
I can't show her how I move
Cant let her give my lo' to you