Winter's coming, it's cold out, in the middle of Juno
Dinner's coming them rose out, we don't eat with no spoon no
My niggas eat with them bare hands, don't fear god, don't fear men
I don't know bout y'all niggas, quarter street you gonna have red
Pulled up in that elbo, old school with no shell toes
Them bitches stuck with no Velcro
They need a ride I say hell no
Hell no, fell bitch, you don't smell what I smell hoe
That loud shit, guns on back on that crowd fit
When them shells close
We don't fuck with no hoe niggas
We don't fuck with no hoe bitches
You know snitches that know snitches
I look good but I flow vicious
Bet that, me and my niggas don't sweat that
Long as we get them checks that,
Y'all niggas gonn have to respect that, we gonn rep that!
[Hook] x 2
Pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!
He pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!
My niggas don't trust that nigga
These bitches don't trust that nigga
They know he pussy nigga, fuck that nigga
God damn my back hurt, the way I carry these plans out
You know how quickly that gap work
You gonna have to carry your men's out
These hoes happy they bread's out
Talking bout red, could you hang you
But you red cheer with no plans big
Put your ass 6 so let's bang out
You don't know what this gang bout
You running high with them bands out
We surviving that cane drought,
Full of porch but that same house
I heard y'all y'all balling, telling one of them stories
Y'all got money before me
Cause it's all pay with no glory
Cut that lil chain with that 40, case niggas wanna do something
I'm John Wayne with that 40, I bet niggas can't do nothing
Best to watch y'all next step, this is more than a death threat
Y'all dickheads get wrapped up, pussy niggas is get wet
[Hook] x 2
Pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!
He pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!
My niggas don't trust that nigga
These bitches don't trust that nigga
They know he pussy nigga, fuck that nigga.
Dinner's coming them rose out, we don't eat with no spoon no
My niggas eat with them bare hands, don't fear god, don't fear men
I don't know bout y'all niggas, quarter street you gonna have red
Pulled up in that elbo, old school with no shell toes
Them bitches stuck with no Velcro
They need a ride I say hell no
Hell no, fell bitch, you don't smell what I smell hoe
That loud shit, guns on back on that crowd fit
When them shells close
We don't fuck with no hoe niggas
We don't fuck with no hoe bitches
You know snitches that know snitches
I look good but I flow vicious
Bet that, me and my niggas don't sweat that
Long as we get them checks that,
Y'all niggas gonn have to respect that, we gonn rep that!
[Hook] x 2
Pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!
He pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!
My niggas don't trust that nigga
These bitches don't trust that nigga
They know he pussy nigga, fuck that nigga
God damn my back hurt, the way I carry these plans out
You know how quickly that gap work
You gonna have to carry your men's out
These hoes happy they bread's out
Talking bout red, could you hang you
But you red cheer with no plans big
Put your ass 6 so let's bang out
You don't know what this gang bout
You running high with them bands out
We surviving that cane drought,
Full of porch but that same house
I heard y'all y'all balling, telling one of them stories
Y'all got money before me
Cause it's all pay with no glory
Cut that lil chain with that 40, case niggas wanna do something
I'm John Wayne with that 40, I bet niggas can't do nothing
Best to watch y'all next step, this is more than a death threat
Y'all dickheads get wrapped up, pussy niggas is get wet
[Hook] x 2
Pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!
He pussy nigga, fuck that nigga!
My niggas don't trust that nigga
These bitches don't trust that nigga
They know he pussy nigga, fuck that nigga.
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