Misfit Twins - Too Dependent Lyrics

I got, I got the guap on me no stopping
Shawtys run up on me, ya they flocking
Spitting a riddle I hop on the beat ya real quick ain't no pacing
I been really grinding doing numbers nigga elevating
Ya
Ya I'm feelin this beat, hollup
Ya I'm feelin this heat
Hollup hollup hollup
Catch your partner loafing for them digits, riches
Weirdo making music doing me ain't none yo business
Nigga wanna bluff about me no no boy you trippin
Focus on my trap and get that mail pack and I flip it
Stacks stacks stacks
Benny blues in the trap
Nigga snap snap snap, wit them trues and them two burners
Nigga cap cap cap, boy all cap talking out his teeth
F*ck that that that
Cause a nigga ain't bout no snitching
Ain't bout no snitching, nigga what u bitching
About nigga what u want a nigga fishing
I'm finna fish you out your mud snake you hissing
I hear he serving to them duddies, to them no names
With the block a nigga post at night
Misfits we floating
Float around and dreaming bout them nights a nigga buzzing
Break it down I'm leaning promethazine I'm pouring
Baby girl bitch so mad at me like why you always pouring
I got all these poles and then I swear that I be souring
Strapped up in the coupe I shot that nigga told him to floor it
Bad bitch on me but if she don't f*ck then she is boring
Rap niggas so sweet
These niggas so sweet
These niggas so corny
I'm touring
Ya with your bitch
This bitch all on my dick
These pussy niggas so snitch
Strap strap strap
Smoovie told you that he got bitches they clap clap clap
From the back eat in that pussy then relax
Wit my gang I'm wit my niggas ya we slat slat slat
Slime your boy just for that P he need back at at at
You know a nigga grinding out here with the mac
You know a nigga getting money so relax
Lil baby relax relax
Lil baby relax relax
Relax
Relax and smoke this dro up to your dome
Monochrome sippin on promethazine I'm gone
I got dough shoot if you wanna get that pole
Got a bad bitch and she gonna give me dome
Smoke smoke smoke a nigga down with that pole
Block hot cops say my nigga what you hold
I got what you want
A nigga want that dro
Pack in the backpack flip it to them hoes
Pop my shit and ask eh why these niggas be so crazy
F*ckin on these bitches these niggas gotta be lazy
Ooo and this bitch wanna have my babies
Racks up in the ceiling racks up in the f*cking hay
Tell the truth too dependent fly your bitch to f*cking Haiti