Holda9

Aye bitch I'm unloaded I I do not f*ck wit you niggas You full of emotion why Why would I converse wit you Say you bursting a tool But you never did hold the 9 Tell that boy to hold his horses It's enough whores To have a whole orgy now That shit ain't really my forte Need me a gorgeous lil shorty to hold it down Really ain't been wit that cuffin doe They be on some other shit All that fake best friend brother shit That's still undercover shit And it's still f*ck the government Crackas they got us in need Need me some food just to eat Need me a roof just to sleep Need me a cute little ting To consume all my seed Til she chew me to sleep Oh no you betta not bite Back of the neck what I like I am up next and I might Come to yo neck of the woods Like my nigga what's good And let's see who the best on the mic After I give a mic check Ima set a few records And then I'll be resting my case Then i might check in a hotel Yo shorty roll wit me Don't know why she went M.i.a Am I the nigga to blame Know how this Florida shit go I am from the 904 Just let you know so you know Hop in the Monte Carlo No it's the impala I roll wit my dawg and them Bitch my name Jahny Steel Bet not forget it Living up to my potential Consistently growing As long is I'm breathing Let's get it let's get it lil nigga I might flex on that bih Why you pressed by dat Ain't no stress bout a bih You spend a check on dat I might flex on that bih Why you pressed by dat Ain't no stress bout a bih You spend a check on dat I might flex on that bih Why you pressed by dat Ain't no stress bout a bih You spend a check on dat I might flex on that bih Why you pressed by dat Ain't no stress bout a bih You spend a check on dat