Songtexte




Like them kids, you can get dropped off (Drop)
Poppin my shit until I pop off (Pop)
Auntentic, no knock off (Real)
Nigga tried me and almost got knocked off (Dead)
Niggas mad they can't take my top but I might pull up with the top off (Scrrr)
Drippin that hot sauce (Drip)
They mad, better get lost (Gone)
Niggas been tryna find me, I'm not a location so you can't address me (Uh uh)
Groupies kept hittin my phone, changed my number so you cannot text me (Nope)
Play with lil Mali you might need a bib, it can get messy (Fasho)
Got all my dogs with me, be careful, they get aggressive (Grrr)
Ima keep talkin my shit, I don't care who don't understand me
Always been a straight A student, I don't do a plan b
I can't settle for less, my whole life gotta be fancy
If you ain't talking bout a bag, I might get a lil antsy, uh
Let me talk my shit but y'all ain't been hearing me
Been gone for a year, I bet y'all gon hear me now
My old niggas, they want me to miss em
Treat em like school, I just dismiss em
I know I'm dope, I'm an addiction
No time to talk, I'm on a mission
I'm not a rapper, I'm a musician
Everyday I'm getting commission
Things weren't adding up with bitches so I had to do division (Ok)
Skinny bitch, pockets stuffed, now I got my weight up (Stuffed)
You sleep all day with no goals, you might as well not even wake up (Bum)
It ain't nun for me to cut a pussy nigga off like a shape up (Cut em)
Can't be down for me if you ain't down with me, nigga, and that's straight up



Autor(en): Malikah Ross



Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.
Wird geladen
Wird geladen