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Producer: Wayne616
Composer: Wayne616
Lyricist: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough
Lyricist: Michael Lee Smith Jr.
Lyricist: Dwayne William Moore
Lyrics and translation
Original
My nigga Leah, I think we got another one.
Bitch! Mmm.
Huh. Mix the ahh with the yeah with the ooh, nigga, okay.
Bro ain't have no dope, so how the fuck he catch a dope case?
I'm downtown Nashville lookin' for a snowflake. The diamonds in his pendant kinda real, but the rope fake.
I just did a drill in a Honda, it's a '08.
I just made a play for seven thousand at the four-way, mmm. They kicked him out the game, he don't get no play, mmm.
He flexin' with a watch, but that bitch so fake.
I wouldn't even let my kids wear that shit. My brother Trey got a free body, check the evidence.
Rio buyin' all the pints and won't sell a bit, mmm. Nina speak when I tell her, she intelligent.
Brodie, watch the fuck out, I got a better mix.
Mix the Act', Trish, and Quade, that's a better mix. Bro, six hundred in all them necklaces.
I'm tryna fuck her sis, who Alexis is? Two hundred bucks on my neck and wrist.
Who got some Act' pints? We collectin' it. I'm just tryna fuck, bae, I can't be affectionate.
You got a gaffle for your brother, then I'm fetchin' it.
Speedin' in a new Charger, it's electric. Fuck Netflix, she in the back doin' neck tricks.
Mmm, I'm finna OD off the drank, this a death wish. PLR-16, it's a Kel-Tec.
She don't speak English, but I'm tryna fuck the nail tech. This a smell check, can you spell sex?
Her pussy wasn't shit, but it smell fresh. I bought the bitch a one-on-one Chanel vest.
Ah, haha. Fucked the bitch, then left, she start whinin' like a hellcat.
I made a million dollars, that's a real fact. I made two million dollars, then I sat back.
She been suckin' dick so long, she want her neck back.
I know she got some good cat, she got a big back. The way she suck the dick, she like a wet vac.
I just bought ten bricks from a wetback. That's a Mexican.
Every time I buy the drink from my granddaddy, he lecture me. Nigga, I been drinkin' Actavis since seventeen.
I'm talkin' thirteen years ago, not 2017. That's when Caz was born.
They hit him with some big shit, he got a half arm. You know who I'm talkin' 'bout.
The bitch pussy was so good, I had to walk her out.
The drank man bullshittin', I'm finna stalk him out. The bitch think I'm comin', finna stall her out.
Soon as I bust my nut, then I'm walkin' out. Two hundred on the chain.
I'm finna give these dirty motherfuckers somethin' to talk about. If the bitch pussy bad, I'ma call her out.
The drank man said the Trish gone, we bought him out.
I was sittin' on the bench, I'm a baller now.
If my brother sell all the drank, that's what we fallin' out about. We ain't never fallin' out 'bout no dusty hoe.
Outfit ten racks, I'm -kinda musty, though.
-The bottom of her feet black, I wouldn't -touch the hoe. -Why me and Deja get into it?
I don't -fuckin' know.
-Bitch, it got on my nerves, I'm finna -fuckin' go. -What you got, an attitude?
What you cussin' for? The bitch pulled up, I made her touch the floor.
She want a fake cell dope, I made her bust a O.
We blew that shit up, made them tuck and roll.
This shit I'm totin' known to make a bus explode.
I had to hit Mike shit, 'cause my cup was gone.
I'm tryna fire up some wham, but the blunt was gone.
I woke up lookin' for bud like, "Where'd my cousin go?
" -Like, where my cuz at? -Where the drugs at?
-Where some love at? -Where my hug at?
-Bitch, where my hug at? -Yeah.
Like, why the fuck you get done takin' a bath in the tub, boy?
-Damn. -Where my gun at?
-I need some loaf. Where my ones at? -Yeah.
Where my forces at? Mmm, mmm, we be really shit.
-Where my bitches at?
-My nigga, we be shit-talkin', not important rap. This is not hip-hop.
That's thirty-two hundred for some flip-flops.
You made a hundred racks, then you flip-flop.
Mmm, after you suck my dick, you can keep— Ayy, after she suck the dick, you can -kick rocks. -Bitch, kick rocks.
Anyway, I already met you at a pit stop. You a prostitute.
Mmm, mmm. Bitch think she the one, but that's not the truth.
Bitch think she the one, she not the two? She not the three? She not the four?
-Mmm, she not a whore? -That nigga was hot, but he not no more.
Damn.
He ain't know what he doin' with the strap, and he shot the floor.
He fell on the ground, and I shot the floor.
-Damn. Mmm, my pop, alright. -My pop was more.
-Yeah. -Your pop was less.
Mike said his pop was four.
-Four months, bro, we got a tour. -Nigga-
We got some new pussy I wanna explore.
Brodie like, "Mike, I don't wanna get shot no more. "
Ah, that nigga said he don't wanna have opps no more.
-Mmm.
-He shot so many times, it won't drop no -more. -Mmm.
That nigga got shot, he gettin' popped some more.
Okay.