Pour it up, pints of red
If he talk down on me then that nigga dead
You took my flow
Uh, where's my cred
I know you think about me when you go to bed
I got the bag now
I got this shit from the dungeon
Don't need a pad now
All of my songs gone be punch in's
Hitting that pussy like little league
I know that you wish there was 10 of me
All of these bitches they wanna get next to me
Sending me heart eyes whenever they texting me
Whats the word
Are you tryna get it
All 'bout them racks
Shit is like tennis
Steady 'bout business
Counting my riches
Start to the finish
Said it I did it
Said it I lived it
Be back in a minute
I'll really all 'bout my niggas
Stick to myself and I count up my figures
I'm balling like Kyrie you balling like Dennis
Uh, Hollon, Uh, Smith
We might go for steaks at Ruth Chris
Nigga ain't you say that's your bitch
I see you taking them L's
She like a demon she giving you hell
That ain't no gas I could tell by the smell
Can't get a ring cause the bih' not a bell
You better watch how you talk to me baby
13 in 30 I feel like McGrady
Know they gone copy the flow and the cadence
Know it ain't nothing for Mellow to change it
In a mercedes, I had to lane switch
Ain't talking money, that ain't my language
Mellow and Sclizzy, that shit is dangerous
Don't get the picture, I had to paint it
Pour it up, pints of red
If he talk down on me then that nigga dead
You took my flow
Uh, where's my cred
I know you think about me when you go to bed
I got the bag now
I got this shit from the dungeon
Don't need a pad now
All of my songs gone be punch in's
Hitting that pussy like little league
I know that you wish there was 10 of me
All of these bitches they wanna get next to me
Sending me heart eyes whenever they texting me
And I'm still good so you ain't get the best of me
Hitting my line and these bitches be fessing me
Told me to pick and I can't make a choice
Am I gonna f*ck, am I gone ignore her
I sent ya man on a trip to the store
Ain't wanna go on my own that's force
I wanna ride around in that Porsche
I gotta slide around with that torch
If I'm going up, brodie you come too
I ain't gonna change, don't care what it come to
We ride in a range, dropping the sun roof
I know the game, but I'm still gonna break da rulez
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Pour it up, pints of red
If he talk down on me then that nigga dead
You took my flow
Uh, where's my cred
I know you think about me when you go to bed
I got the bag now
I got this shit from the dungeon
Don't need a pad now
All of my songs gone be punch in's
Hitting that pussy like little league
I know that you wish there was 10 of me
All of these bitches they wanna get next to me
Sending me heart eyes whenever they texting me
Whats the word
Are you tryna get it
All 'bout them racks
Shit is like tennis
Steady 'bout business
Counting my riches
Start to the finish
Said it I did it
Said it I lived it
Be back in a minute
I'll really all 'bout my niggas
Stick to myself and I count up my figures
I'm balling like Kyrie you balling like Dennis
Uh, Hollon, Uh, Smith
We might go for steaks at Ruth Chris
Nigga ain't you say that's your bitch
I see you taking them L's
She like a demon she giving you hell
That ain't no gas I could tell by the smell
Can't get a ring cause the bih' not a bell
You better watch how you talk to me baby
13 in 30 I feel like McGrady
Know they gone copy the flow and the cadence
Know it ain't nothing for Mellow to change it
In a mercedes, I had to lane switch
Ain't talking money, that ain't my language
Mellow and Sclizzy, that shit is dangerous
Don't get the picture, I had to paint it
Pour it up, pints of red
If he talk down on me then that nigga dead
You took my flow
Uh, where's my cred
I know you think about me when you go to bed
I got the bag now
I got this shit from the dungeon
Don't need a pad now
All of my songs gone be punch in's
Hitting that pussy like little league
I know that you wish there was 10 of me
All of these bitches they wanna get next to me
Sending me heart eyes whenever they texting me
And I'm still good so you ain't get the best of me
Hitting my line and these bitches be fessing me
Told me to pick and I can't make a choice
Am I gonna f*ck, am I gone ignore her
I sent ya man on a trip to the store
Ain't wanna go on my own that's force
I wanna ride around in that Porsche
I gotta slide around with that torch
If I'm going up, brodie you come too
I ain't gonna change, don't care what it come to
We ride in a range, dropping the sun roof
I know the game, but I'm still gonna break da rulez
If he talk down on me then that nigga dead
You took my flow
Uh, where's my cred
I know you think about me when you go to bed
I got the bag now
I got this shit from the dungeon
Don't need a pad now
All of my songs gone be punch in's
Hitting that pussy like little league
I know that you wish there was 10 of me
All of these bitches they wanna get next to me
Sending me heart eyes whenever they texting me
Whats the word
Are you tryna get it
All 'bout them racks
Shit is like tennis
Steady 'bout business
Counting my riches
Start to the finish
Said it I did it
Said it I lived it
Be back in a minute
I'll really all 'bout my niggas
Stick to myself and I count up my figures
I'm balling like Kyrie you balling like Dennis
Uh, Hollon, Uh, Smith
We might go for steaks at Ruth Chris
Nigga ain't you say that's your bitch
I see you taking them L's
She like a demon she giving you hell
That ain't no gas I could tell by the smell
Can't get a ring cause the bih' not a bell
You better watch how you talk to me baby
13 in 30 I feel like McGrady
Know they gone copy the flow and the cadence
Know it ain't nothing for Mellow to change it
In a mercedes, I had to lane switch
Ain't talking money, that ain't my language
Mellow and Sclizzy, that shit is dangerous
Don't get the picture, I had to paint it
Pour it up, pints of red
If he talk down on me then that nigga dead
You took my flow
Uh, where's my cred
I know you think about me when you go to bed
I got the bag now
I got this shit from the dungeon
Don't need a pad now
All of my songs gone be punch in's
Hitting that pussy like little league
I know that you wish there was 10 of me
All of these bitches they wanna get next to me
Sending me heart eyes whenever they texting me
And I'm still good so you ain't get the best of me
Hitting my line and these bitches be fessing me
Told me to pick and I can't make a choice
Am I gonna f*ck, am I gone ignore her
I sent ya man on a trip to the store
Ain't wanna go on my own that's force
I wanna ride around in that Porsche
I gotta slide around with that torch
If I'm going up, brodie you come too
I ain't gonna change, don't care what it come to
We ride in a range, dropping the sun roof
I know the game, but I'm still gonna break da rulez
Writer: Milton Forson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid