Tattoo
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Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Whoo, shit, shit
Watch it bitch, watch your fucking mouth
When you talking to me
Honestly, I'ma spaz out
You not rocking with me
Wait a minute, what's this all about?
Niggas jocking swag
Hold up nigga, let me call it out
Bitch I, bitch I, bitch I, been that nigga
You just finding out
That's your fault now pay attention bitch 'cause once I slide it out
We won't talk, I'm not the Guinness bitch
But open up your mouth, drop your jaws
I'ma sit it down, you gon' pick it up, watch it fall
What the business is?
24/7 I'm shooting the shit off the hip
I get on the beat and I trip
Like I don't know limits my nigga, I only know hits
Bitch I am as hard as it get
Talk to me nice if you talking or you will get b-
I do you like Will did Chris
I hit you dead in your shit, you speak on my bitch
My niggas is doubling up, cash it, cash it
Who really fucking with us?
Pockets is stuffed, but it is never enough
I'm going a hundred and one, I need me a ton
No way I'm acquiring funds
I might have to go get a gun
I feel like Big Pun, thought you was a killer
I know I'm a killer 'cause I get it done
Bitch I'm on that
Hot shit, that fucking hot shit, I make it hot
This that hot shit, and when it drop, bitch this shit gon' pop
Okay throw it back, if you 'bout your motherfucking dollars
Throw your hands up, if you 'bout the motherfucking commas
This that hot shit, that fucking hot shit, I make it hot
This that hot shit, and when it drop, bitch this shit gon' pop
Okay throw it back, if you 'bout your motherfucking dollars
Throw your hands up, if you 'bout the motherfucking commas, nigga
It's a time crunch, the weight on my wrist
Like I just bought a brand new Philippe
What you scared for? We killing the
Labels that give you a quarter a week
It's not no problem
My niggas is violence, don't come press the issue with me
We sending bombs up
So I think the best course of action for y'all to retreat
(One, two, three, four)
Remember subway surfing and we skated to Dollar Tree
We spent our last on beef patties and CBD
Remember selling drugs to the white boys across the street
It seems like those days behind us, it's RIP
I can't tell you nothing 'bout the faces that I've seen
They wipe my state in the brain, still I kill my beat
The police put you under and they tell you c'est la vie
You do the same and they go on a killing spree