same two step

I ain't knockin' shit like the bell work They gon' feel what I'm sayin', that's how braile work She keep forgettin' when she countin', now her head hurt Slow down, or turn quick, they think we comin' up on Elmhurst High as the heavens, I seen hell first Tryna fold a long sleeve, I might sell shirts Bitch, know how I like it, still be needin' me to tell her Dig her out, till I reach some water, that's how wells work Who told you we could chill and we ain't made it to them M's yet Them bricks'll never stack up by theyself, you gotta build that It's fun to get them hooked, but when you hungry, pull the reel back Don't run up on me thinkin' that we cool, bitch, it's still that Let baby bro go and get license, still crashed out Quickest way to get from A to B, we took the fast route Paper like a pamphlet, they thought it was a handout Pistol in the console when I stab out, for real Lil' mama, I don't dance, all I do is this Same two-step with a lil' twist Unless it's money on the line, nigga, who is this You gotta show me if it do exist I been outside too long, Monte off two tones Stackin' up a ticket, I can park and put a boot on Wake up in the morning bout a check and put my shoes on Here lied a Hustler on my tombstone I need a milli a million times, it's Tha Carter 3 Talk some money and start movin', nigga, pardon me I went to college, but this hood shit still a part of me, for sure Could stuff a dime in my account, and swear to God I needed more I'm the, don dada, I'm just tryna count it until my time up I just spent a dollar to get a line up Drop a pic on the gram, just to see how many times these bitches swipe up I ain't took a knee since the PAL league These bitches tuggin' on my belt, they tryna tag team I'm from, where they get you shredded if you had cheese All these niggas tellin' if you ask me For the ump teenth time, bitch, bye, bitch From a couple quarters, f*ck tryin', I'ma die rich Hit the button, get to flashin', think he playin' with the light switch That hero ball gon' get you sidekicked, forreal Lil' mama, I don't dance, all I do is this Same two-step with a lil' twist Unless it's money on the line, nigga, who is this You gotta show me if it do exist I been outside too long, Monte off two tones Stackin' up a ticket, I can park and put a boot on Wake up in the morning bout a check and put my shoes on Here lied a Hustler on my tombstone