Lyrics
Wassup bitch
Wassup bitch
Wassup bitch
Wassup shawty
Wassup bitch
Wassup bitch
Wassup bitch
Wassup shawty
Wassup bitch
Wassup bitch
Wassup bitch
Wassup shawty
Wassup bitch
Wassup bitch
Wassup bitch
Wassup shawty
I'm with gang
Im with homies
In your crib bitch you don't know me
Enemies they folding
Had my old enemies phone me
In this bitch performing
Mic (yeah-yeah)
Check (yeah-yeah)
Ice right round my neck
Cap young we broke as shit
Pull up at the party and stole your bitch
Discovery the flow like a rover whip
I pop out the section with homies
We walk round the mall you don't know
I came here with Joda performing
Military had to shutdown that shit
I'm standing with niggas and Yolophonik
He came with ting
We leave with a ting
We parked by the hats the field and the ring
The Lord of the Zou the xannies for you
My bitch popping two, I dumped her for that
Bitch I don't date no druggies
Spoil my bitch with money
Every day it's sunny
Came with that tool I'm drumming
Come through I ain't Running
My young niggas gunning
Looking like kangaroo's with them hoodies
I hit a fan or two with this woody
Only did shows for you cause we goodie
After this function
After this function
Bitch date me she lucky
You like my hand held buddy
No bitch you can't cuff me
I get money, I been balling
They been hating, I'm like this bitch
Slapped that nigga who ain't pay me back
Made my wrist switch
Fuck up my pockets I'm tatted up nigga
I pay for convenience and damages nigga
I use to hit licks check my management nigga
He calling up Franky we talking bout' cheese
You bought this this and that but performing for free
Nigga my shrock cost money (Shrock)
How many two's do it take till it's two
Promoters will never fuck me
You ain't gang gang gang gang
You never had fights out in Hatfield
I mean I wrote most of my raps here
Stats here so bitch never act here
I'm famous
I got too many faces like Tyler Perry
I do not hate it, it's legendary
If I got a bag and told you to flip it you'd fumble
I made a cheque from a mumble
I made a cheque from my twitter
Dm a bitch with a bitch on my header (bitch)
I know all these things too well she won't stay even if you let her
Man all these bitches crazy (bitch)
Damn she used to hate me
Now she see me on a song with Tyson Sybateli (oh god)
She like "Damn you know aifheli?" (don't run)
When'd you get so petty?
And my momma wasn't ready
Said this life is not too steady
I can't say too much that would ruin my flex
If I said too much that'd ruin my chance
I would host a show and just book my friends
I need racks on racks
I need cash on cash
I need plaques on plaques
Got crazy ass bitch with a silicon ass and the shit slap back
First project hit top twenty we did that
WRITERS
Muano Mulaudzi, Thabiso Moya
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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