DFWTH

What's with the attitude Like I am like What's with the attitude A 40 gon shoot at yo' face when you talking that shit I'm like my n**** don't be rude Cause all of these n***** are under my shoulder I ain't that tall but i'm strong as a boulder While i'm coutin' this money until I get older And i'm buying a honda bend her like a folder If you messin' with me it's raps I'm doin' her rounds goin' back to back And I break her back no kit-kat Switchin' the flow I ain't talkin' no chit-chat These lil' ones on me no rugrat Give that n**** a 90 turn em' to a thug rat And I give her the sauce eat her p***y like crunch wraps If you wanna free feature you know I'm like f*ck thaaat Oh, Oh, Oh She wanna f*ck i'm like No, No, No I-I-I-I (Getting my bread gotta go) I don't f*ck with these hoes Shooting my shot I don't f*ck with these hoes Look at your nose I'm countin' this money I'm countin' these digits Don't f*ck with these haters don't f*ck with these snitches Bust ya' head open I leave you with stitches I'll win a grammy I'll go for my mission Told people my strategy nobody listened I'm hearin' my vocals I'm hearing them glisten I got on the drip I'm not talking no Tristen Cook right up in da' kitchen Ha, Ha, Ha, Hiiii B-B-B-B (Hi, Hi) Please my nice Nice F*ck these n***** I don't need em' on a work day Cheating bitches they be cryin' in the worst way Packin' my bags and I'm goin' to Berkeley But I'm flyin' back home cause' these females are quirky But I f*ck wit' the music for (Real) I just can't focus need Pills Fuckin' yo bitch know I (Drill) I got me a bitch in a skill (That bitch in a skill) Pay me a meal I am on top of the hill Pull in da' whip Wit' a brand new bitch on my dick And I really don't wanna get killed Pull up in the tonka Make her my mama Now I got somethin' to feel Bitches be twerking their ass is still They don't be payin' their bills Oh, Oh, Oh She wanna f*ck i'm like No, No, No I-I-I-I (Getting my bread gotta go) I don't f*ck with these hoes Shooting my shot I don't f*ck with these hoes Look at your nose Oh, Oh, Oh She wanna f*ck i'm like No, No, No I-I-I-I (Getting my bread gotta go) I don't f*ck with these hoes Shooting my shot I don't f*ck with these hoes Look at your nose