Текст песни Stylist (feat. B-Rock) - 24skateo!

They asking who my stylist
They say that I'm so stylish
My money grown yours childish
Don't want that hoe she got mileage
You happy broke be smiling
Like a phone I'm bout to dial in
They asking who my stylist
You be hating no you can't hide it
They asking who my stylist
They say that I'm so stylish
My money grown yours childish
Don't want that hoe she got mileage
You happy broke be smiling
Like a phone I'm bout to dial in
They asking who my stylist
You be hating no you can't hide it

To the top where we going
I swear to God we been down
We gone make it to the top
All my niggas got that iron
We been bussin for a long time all my niggas riding
They call me B-Rock for a reason
I'll slang that fucking iron
Now I'm back to the basics tryna flip a fucking pack
Rocking gucci on my arm
Got your bitch up on my sack
All these hoes want a nigga cause they know I'm flipping packs
Fuck your bitch from the back
I know she like it like that

They asking who my stylist
They say that I'm so stylish
My money grown yours childish
Don't want that hoe she got mileage
You happy broke be smiling
Like a phone I'm bout to dial in
They asking who my stylist
You be hating no you can't hide it
They asking who my stylist
They say that I'm so stylish
My money grown yours childish
Don't want that hoe she got mileage
You happy broke be smiling
Like a phone I'm bout to dial in
They asking who my stylist
You be hating no you can't hide it

From the start boy I knew you wasn't fucking with the kid
These hoes just want me cause they know that I'm a hit
Running for the money like the '04 Michael Vick
And you niggas toilet bowls Ima have to take a shit
Riding with the niggas that I walked with
Rapping with the niggas that I talked with
Talking like you got it yeen never bought shit
Tried to throw shade but I had to catch it
Now a nigga got it boy you know I gotta stunt
Thanking God for everything that I got upfront
Kick her to the side nigga just like she a punt
Nigga I'm the gas ain' talking no blunt
Got a new bitch ain' talking no dog
And I hop for that green ain' talking no frog
I'm a movie but you cannot press pause
And I got that sack nigga like Santa Clause
Niggas want me to be follow off top
It's gone be some years before they see me drop
And no Lebron cause I swear I won't flop
But if you my day 1 then you know that ima rock
They expect me to change cause I went and got some change
Reppin these slaves the way I wear these chains
You wasn't there for me when I was in the rain
Who are you to judge when you can't feel my pain
I'm a top dog and I been off the leash
I can't go to hell the way I wear these Jesus pieces
And I know that these niggas after me
Ain' going out nigga just like I'm Doe B

They asking who my stylist
They say that I'm so stylish
My money grown yours childish
Don't want that hoe she got mileage
You happy broke be smiling
Like a phone I'm bout to dial in
They asking who my stylist
You be hating no you can't hide it

They asking who my stylist
They say that I'm so stylish
My money grown yours childish
Don't want that hoe she got mileage
You happy broke be smiling
Like a phone I'm bout to dial in
They asking who my stylist
You be hating no you can't hide it