I'm in this bitch with Tity Slo and Twitch
Semis going fully auto with one flip, just hit the switch
Flash my wrist and hit your bitch
This rap game is hit or miss, five rings, hard to close my fist
And all my VVS flushed, lookin' like my chain took a piss
Been makin' movies in the 6ix, got my life lookin' like it's TIFF
And my highlight is I ain't dead, 'cause most my opps done came and went
Can't keep track of what I spent, if she f*ck me good, I pay the rent
And treat me like a new Benz, sit on my hood and make a dent
Damn, back up in this bitch again
New mink on my pretty skin, yellow bitch in my yellow Benz
Damn, all these dollars don't make no sense
Only shottas, no regular friends
Really poppin', bulletproof my Benz
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey
I'm too swagged out for cops, deuce-deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot, we just sprayed your homie's block
This the f*ckin' Dot, only aimin' at your tops
Top up, windows tinted, two-seater, four bitches
It's funny how the fast life make a nigga do the speed limit
My brother bought a double R, my dawg so blessed, I sneezed in it
If you gotta put keys in it to start it, then we ain't in it
Beg your pardon but I never beg, so big-headed, you won't get ahead
You still braggin' 'bout your lil' toast, that's why you still gettin' little bread
Why you always gotta do the most and got the nerve to say you makin' less?
If I tell the truth, I ain't impressed with you rappers in your lil' dress
If I do it, we did it, if I get it, we get it
If they with me, they some real niggas
Since 16 was seeing six figures
I'm Master P to these niggas, got my army, I don't see limits
This year lifted up my whole fam, just like squats, put my knees it
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey
I'm too swagged out for cops, deuce-deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot, we just sprayed your homies block
This the f*ckin' Dot, only aimin' at your tops
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I'm in this bitch with Tity Slo and Twitch
Semis going fully auto with one flip, just hit the switch
Flash my wrist and hit your bitch
This rap game is hit or miss, five rings, hard to close my fist
And all my VVS flushed, lookin' like my chain took a piss
Been makin' movies in the 6ix, got my life lookin' like it's TIFF
And my highlight is I ain't dead, 'cause most my opps done came and went
Can't keep track of what I spent, if she f*ck me good, I pay the rent
And treat me like a new Benz, sit on my hood and make a dent
Damn, back up in this bitch again
New mink on my pretty skin, yellow bitch in my yellow Benz
Damn, all these dollars don't make no sense
Only shottas, no regular friends
Really poppin', bulletproof my Benz
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey
I'm too swagged out for cops, deuce-deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot, we just sprayed your homie's block
This the f*ckin' Dot, only aimin' at your tops
Top up, windows tinted, two-seater, four bitches
It's funny how the fast life make a nigga do the speed limit
My brother bought a double R, my dawg so blessed, I sneezed in it
If you gotta put keys in it to start it, then we ain't in it
Beg your pardon but I never beg, so big-headed, you won't get ahead
You still braggin' 'bout your lil' toast, that's why you still gettin' little bread
Why you always gotta do the most and got the nerve to say you makin' less?
If I tell the truth, I ain't impressed with you rappers in your lil' dress
If I do it, we did it, if I get it, we get it
If they with me, they some real niggas
Since 16 was seeing six figures
I'm Master P to these niggas, got my army, I don't see limits
This year lifted up my whole fam, just like squats, put my knees it
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey
I'm too swagged out for cops, deuce-deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot, we just sprayed your homies block
This the f*ckin' Dot, only aimin' at your tops
Semis going fully auto with one flip, just hit the switch
Flash my wrist and hit your bitch
This rap game is hit or miss, five rings, hard to close my fist
And all my VVS flushed, lookin' like my chain took a piss
Been makin' movies in the 6ix, got my life lookin' like it's TIFF
And my highlight is I ain't dead, 'cause most my opps done came and went
Can't keep track of what I spent, if she f*ck me good, I pay the rent
And treat me like a new Benz, sit on my hood and make a dent
Damn, back up in this bitch again
New mink on my pretty skin, yellow bitch in my yellow Benz
Damn, all these dollars don't make no sense
Only shottas, no regular friends
Really poppin', bulletproof my Benz
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey
I'm too swagged out for cops, deuce-deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot, we just sprayed your homie's block
This the f*ckin' Dot, only aimin' at your tops
Top up, windows tinted, two-seater, four bitches
It's funny how the fast life make a nigga do the speed limit
My brother bought a double R, my dawg so blessed, I sneezed in it
If you gotta put keys in it to start it, then we ain't in it
Beg your pardon but I never beg, so big-headed, you won't get ahead
You still braggin' 'bout your lil' toast, that's why you still gettin' little bread
Why you always gotta do the most and got the nerve to say you makin' less?
If I tell the truth, I ain't impressed with you rappers in your lil' dress
If I do it, we did it, if I get it, we get it
If they with me, they some real niggas
Since 16 was seeing six figures
I'm Master P to these niggas, got my army, I don't see limits
This year lifted up my whole fam, just like squats, put my knees it
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off, uh
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey
I'm too swagged out for cops, deuce-deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot, we just sprayed your homies block
This the f*ckin' Dot, only aimin' at your tops
Writer: Raynford Humphrey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.