Текст песни Get His Rank - TB Nino

Wish I could be lowkey
But these hos be wanting pictures
Im lowkey too geeked
This ho tryn feel on me and I'm tripping
Im in a all black jeep we riding with sticks it look like we militant
I'm gon get that nigga flipped
Don't know who did it I'm the business man
Yo feets tuck they trap
But my hos don't do that she got discipline
I'm tryna ask lil twin how he ain't dizzy he finna go spin again
I know that I ain't tripping I look up one them niggas got hit again
I know that he ain't wit it
He just doing that shit for the image yeah
You know I'm the voice of the trenches
I can't do no song with - yeah
Naw we ain't worried bout bitches
Toss em round just like a frisbee yeah
Naw we ain't giving no pity he get dropped if he drop disses yeah
My nigga gon risk it for the biscuit yeah
Ay you been waiting this long to get him you bet not miss him yeah
Hop out that car you can't be timid gotta go blitz him yeah
I heard that nigga ran away, did him like Ricky yeah
Real money fein, I ain't make no bands today im fin start itching yeah
Put yo hands away, you throw a punch and might get sent to hell
I'm in that land today, I let my opps know I got manners baby
I heard that nigga got knocked down when he was walkin' round
That's the random way
I'm counting up all this money
Sun down to sun up got my hands shaking
I'm fucking this bitch she bending that ass for me
She making that back break
This fuck nigga reach for my chain
I swear to God, gon be his last day
Your baby daddy wish he could join the mob
But he can't get his rank
Ion want no ho rocking Aeropostale, I got expensive taste
I just poured a four on the way to my show just know I'm fin be late
Every nigga say he want some smoke with me ain't say that to my face
See my bitch broad day might be confused
"how she ain't got no waist?"
All these drugs getting abused this way
Ain't none of em safe
All these hos getting used this way all toes hitting the blade
Niggas ain't been through shit ain't seen shit
So they don't know none bout pain
You ain't never put no scope up on that bitch
So you don't know none bout range?
I won't put no hope up in no ho cause I know they gon change
This rap game got some money on the floor
It's waiting on me to take it
My young nigga jus start rapping
He signed to OVO cause he keep his drake
I just dropped that bag and they gon get you not a minute late
I'm gon get that nigga flipped
Don't know who did it I'm the business man
Yo feets tuck they trap
But my hos don't do that she got discipline
I'm tryna ask lil twin how he ain't dizzy he finna go spin again
I know that I ain't tripping I look up one them niggas got hit again
I know that he ain't wit it
He just doing that shit for the image yeah
You know I'm the voice of the trenches, I can't do no song with - yeah
Naw we ain't worried bout bitches
Toss em round just like a frisbee yeah
Naw we ain't giving no pity he get dropped if he drop disses yeah
My nigga gon risk it for the biscuit yeah
Ay you been waiting this long to get him you bet not miss him yeah
Hop out that car you can't be timid gotta go blitz him yeah
I heard that nigga ran away, did him like Ricky yeah
Money fein, i ain't make no bands today im fin start itching yeah
Put yo hands away, you throw a punch and might get sent to hell
I'm in that land today, I let my opps know I got manners baby
I heard that nigga got knocked down
When he was walkin' round that's the random way
I'm counting up all this money
Sun down to sun up got my hands shaking
I'm fucking this bitch she bending that ass for me
She making that back break
This fuck nigga reach for my chain I swear to God, gon be his last day
Your baby daddy wish he could join the mob but he can't get his rank