Get the hearse ready, rest in peace shirt's ready
Pockets like a bible and a nigga church ready
Bout to go and make a movie with an actress
Called Arch Your Back, bitch, Arch Your, Arch Your Back, bitch
Arch Your Back, bitch, Arch Your, Arch Your Back, bitch
I'm that nigga, need a girl who feel like that bitch
I know a lot of niggas pussy, I ain't that bitch
I'll show a nigga what it is, I don't catch fish
I decide my life and you decide yours
G-Nikes underneath the Who Decide War's
I don't know where niggas fall, but it's after me
I'm built ford tough, bitch the streets manufactured me
Wassam, AK, I'm from out west
Leave them on, pussy naw, but the mouth, yes
Talkin' like you wanna see what nigga bout, bet
I kick it off like shoes on a house guest, ha
Get er ready, get er ready, get er ready, ready
She a doll, waist small, ass heavy, heavy
Get er ready, get er ready, get er ready, ready
We got into it lil' while ago, she petty, petty
She don't answer text
I ain't even trippin' bout to call her best friend
I know that she gon' answer next
Runnin' up a check
She said a tall, skinny, money making, rappin' ass
Nigga, make her wet, ha
If I ain't know no better, you described me
Headshot like a picture on your ID
If you a dog, bitch, I'm really that, time's three
I be so low-key, high-key
I be dreamin' so big, I can't function
I know my big break comin' like a lunch one
Niggas hoes all talk, but don't touch none
In a field of green grapes, they wouldn't bust none
Me, I'm throwing watermelons in a food fight
Girl wet, like she tryna have a pool fight
How you learned that lil' move, that was too nice
She in this bitch doin' what her old dude like
Niggas talkin', makin' shows like they Jerry Springer
Come to clothes, I got fresh shit on every hanger
I'm on that reposado straight, but she's a Mary Jane'r
Make her moan, then I'ma lease her like I'm bout to paint her
Tell lil mama I'ma hit her with a phone call
Even though I know I'm never really gon' call
Bullshit then man to man what I'm gon' call
Cause if it ain't about no money, I'ma zone off
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Get the hearse ready, rest in peace shirt's ready
Pockets like a bible and a nigga church ready
Bout to go and make a movie with an actress
Called Arch Your Back, bitch, Arch Your, Arch Your Back, bitch
Arch Your Back, bitch, Arch Your, Arch Your Back, bitch
I'm that nigga, need a girl who feel like that bitch
I know a lot of niggas pussy, I ain't that bitch
I'll show a nigga what it is, I don't catch fish
I decide my life and you decide yours
G-Nikes underneath the Who Decide War's
I don't know where niggas fall, but it's after me
I'm built ford tough, bitch the streets manufactured me
Wassam, AK, I'm from out west
Leave them on, pussy naw, but the mouth, yes
Talkin' like you wanna see what nigga bout, bet
I kick it off like shoes on a house guest, ha
Get er ready, get er ready, get er ready, ready
She a doll, waist small, ass heavy, heavy
Get er ready, get er ready, get er ready, ready
We got into it lil' while ago, she petty, petty
She don't answer text
I ain't even trippin' bout to call her best friend
I know that she gon' answer next
Runnin' up a check
She said a tall, skinny, money making, rappin' ass
Nigga, make her wet, ha
If I ain't know no better, you described me
Headshot like a picture on your ID
If you a dog, bitch, I'm really that, time's three
I be so low-key, high-key
I be dreamin' so big, I can't function
I know my big break comin' like a lunch one
Niggas hoes all talk, but don't touch none
In a field of green grapes, they wouldn't bust none
Me, I'm throwing watermelons in a food fight
Girl wet, like she tryna have a pool fight
How you learned that lil' move, that was too nice
She in this bitch doin' what her old dude like
Niggas talkin', makin' shows like they Jerry Springer
Come to clothes, I got fresh shit on every hanger
I'm on that reposado straight, but she's a Mary Jane'r
Make her moan, then I'ma lease her like I'm bout to paint her
Tell lil mama I'ma hit her with a phone call
Even though I know I'm never really gon' call
Bullshit then man to man what I'm gon' call
Cause if it ain't about no money, I'ma zone off
Feelattt
Pockets like a bible and a nigga church ready
Bout to go and make a movie with an actress
Called Arch Your Back, bitch, Arch Your, Arch Your Back, bitch
Arch Your Back, bitch, Arch Your, Arch Your Back, bitch
I'm that nigga, need a girl who feel like that bitch
I know a lot of niggas pussy, I ain't that bitch
I'll show a nigga what it is, I don't catch fish
I decide my life and you decide yours
G-Nikes underneath the Who Decide War's
I don't know where niggas fall, but it's after me
I'm built ford tough, bitch the streets manufactured me
Wassam, AK, I'm from out west
Leave them on, pussy naw, but the mouth, yes
Talkin' like you wanna see what nigga bout, bet
I kick it off like shoes on a house guest, ha
Get er ready, get er ready, get er ready, ready
She a doll, waist small, ass heavy, heavy
Get er ready, get er ready, get er ready, ready
We got into it lil' while ago, she petty, petty
She don't answer text
I ain't even trippin' bout to call her best friend
I know that she gon' answer next
Runnin' up a check
She said a tall, skinny, money making, rappin' ass
Nigga, make her wet, ha
If I ain't know no better, you described me
Headshot like a picture on your ID
If you a dog, bitch, I'm really that, time's three
I be so low-key, high-key
I be dreamin' so big, I can't function
I know my big break comin' like a lunch one
Niggas hoes all talk, but don't touch none
In a field of green grapes, they wouldn't bust none
Me, I'm throwing watermelons in a food fight
Girl wet, like she tryna have a pool fight
How you learned that lil' move, that was too nice
She in this bitch doin' what her old dude like
Niggas talkin', makin' shows like they Jerry Springer
Come to clothes, I got fresh shit on every hanger
I'm on that reposado straight, but she's a Mary Jane'r
Make her moan, then I'ma lease her like I'm bout to paint her
Tell lil mama I'ma hit her with a phone call
Even though I know I'm never really gon' call
Bullshit then man to man what I'm gon' call
Cause if it ain't about no money, I'ma zone off
Feelattt
Writer: Aaron Kennedy
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