Tusi

Ayy, ayy Stand from afar while she out of pocket She was choosin' from the jump, I ain't have to knock it Foreign bitch with hella booty, she wanna do some Tusi I flew her in, we made a movie, I was goin' stupid Yeah, I like the way she movin', like the way she movin' Say you could do it on the dick',' I told, lil' baby, "Prove it" She said she cheatin' on her man, I said, "We only human" You know I'ma break her back, I ain't with the spoonin' Seen her in the crowd, got her number, sent her what the room is If she goin' let me on, f*ck a ride, I had to swoop in I'm on a thirty-somethin' floor, this one to me, I got two tens If we spot 'em, we ain't trippin', air the crowd in that new Benz She got her family at the crib, yeah, she out of pocket She was choosin' 'fore we met, I ain't have to knock it In the club, rocket launchers and some pocket rockets You know I got some money, don't be pocket watchin' Leavin' out the back, it's paparazzi watchin' She don't do it on the dick, she pop lock and drop it So many hoes in the crib This a safe house 'cause I don't be postin' where I live Do what I does and I did what I did Drop a pill in my drank just to watch the bitch fizz Only got one son, but these niggas is my kids They be cappin', in her face, lyin' to a bitch That's a BNB, that is not where you niggas live Bitch, I'm doin' me and I do this shit really big Goddamn, GEESY, how many hoes you gon' hit? It depend on how many bad lil' bitches that exist Court side by Lil Wayne, like a nigga Lil Twist And I'm married to the game, I'm so in love with this bitch We'll pop a nigga tart with this stick Bitch, I said, "It's Wockhardt over Tris" Bitch, you got me rock hard, suck the deck We can hit the Hard Rock or we can hit the Ritz Strapped up, RBGs in the whip I'll blow up this bitch, just let a nigga trip If I let this bitch rip, then he ain't gon' exist If we catch him with his ho, shoot the nigga and in his bitch If we catch him with his wifey, we gon' turn into her widow And no monkeys in the middle, pick a side or we gon' dribble Nigga play, I bet we lay his ass right up in the 'spital She toot it up and make it wiggle, while I'm all in her denim We push a left behind that paper, like we using a pencil You hear that, "Fah-fah-fah", nigga, come get your issue Get up with you, ain't dissin' on the 'Gram, we blow pistols We got a pocket rocket, baby, come ride this missile I'm tryna blam somethin' Caught him lackin' with his homies, that's an And 1 Baby Drakey on a nigga lap, not no handgun From the streets, baby poppin' mollys, gettin' geeked He thirsty, keep blowin' up her phone while she sleep It's a wrap, she a goner, nigga, suck it up 'Cause if you see her f*ck with us, you know she swallow nuts Nigga say he finna blow it, I'ma call his bluff If it's beef, you know it's crackin', we gon' follow up