Shoulda Woulda

Huh, Twoey, Tapped in like a you know Ayy, ayy, ayy I ain't have to tell her who I was, cause I'm different, I know she know my name, I'm kinda hard not to mention Yeah she like the way I talk, but shit I love the way she listen Book the trip and the room, shorty finna get the business Cut the lights off, cause yeah this shit bust The opp side took six L's, I know that shit tough You better not call this phone again if I don't pick up, I make a call and it's over if I stamp it bitch that shit suck You rather cry in a Bach or is you frontin' You bein' stingy with your pussy or you fuckin', I can tell I ain't your type, just by the niggas you put up with She say she hate my guts, but shit I know a bitch who love it, yeah, I could bust you down, but you can't post up at the crib These bitches lining niggas I can't show you where I live, and you blowin' up my line, I gotta hit you with that rizz We caught him at the light, now that nigga need a bib Heart of the city and you know that for sure Been makin' hits for ten years, shit is outta control My young nigga doing life the other one on parole We from Seattle, it get grimey, gotta tote you a pole, sucka Yeah, suckas, you know that you was guilty of faggot, You to put all the blame on me If that's the case I should just do that Continue to take this from you Ayy, I might as well have slid on you, as much as you accuse me of slidin', I might as well have bussed at you, as much as you accuse me of bustin', I might as well have, went and fucked your bitch, as much as you accuse me of fuckin' I might as well have took her to the crib lil' nigga Sucka, ayy Keep your bitch away from me, cause she get wetter when my ice on Tried to take it off, but she like, Cammy keep the lights on Drum it hold a hundred and this stick long as a python Baby, she a freak, she let me eat it on the drive home Ain't never been exposed take a trip up on the cyclone Told her take the trap, cause they be tappin' all these iPhones Shawty, with this shit, she take a perk, I watch her eyes close Fifty shades of Cam, bitch, we do it with a blind fold You rather f*ck with a square or a player, everybody love Cam Walk around like I'm the mayor Cryin' on my line why this bitch think that I care, dog, you fuckin' with a trick So I ain't payin' for your hair, ayy, I could bust you down but you can't post up at the crib These bitches lining niggas I can't show you where I live And she blowin' up my line I gotta hit you with that rizz We caught him at the light now that nigga need a bib, ayy Heart of the city, that's for real And you know it, she a slut, renegade, and she show it It ain't about who gettin' money, it's about who spendin' money And showing, he ain't a shooter, cause he say he gon' blow it You niggas fuckin' suckers You know that you was guilty of faggot You to put all the blame on me, if that's the case I should just do that Continue to take this from you, ayy, I might as well have slid on you as much as you accuse me of sliding, I might as well have bust at you as much as you accuse me of bustin', I might as well have went and fucked your bitch, as much as you accuse me of fuckin' I might as well have, took her to the crib, lil' nigga, sucka, Twoey, bitch