She don't trust niggas
She say I'm the reason she don't love niggas
Girl don't fall in love with him
He just wanna see you in the mud with him
You think he got your back
He left you in a trap
Say you need no help
But baby we don't roll like that
Ice all on your wrist
And I left hundreds on your lap
Picked you from the dirt while all these other bitches laughed at you
Thrown they hands at you
You know I'm the type of guy
To throw these bands at you
Let me know
Uhhh
No this ain't the regular me
Baby we get the bag forreal
We on the dash forreal
I told her grab the wheel
Shit can get graphic
So I roll with a bad bitch
I keep it tucked inside all the time
Ain't a time I don't have it
I rock shit that we couldn't afford
I fell in love with the store
I had to jump off the porch
No Gucci it's only Dior
Can't get enough I want more
Walked in I saw blood on the floor
I left the club in a sport
Hit a liq on the plug I'm on tour
Uh
Henny on ice
She like the shit that I like
End of the night
I'm in that pussy
All right
Uhhh
Back of the Benz
Girl you know we on fire
Uhh
It's been to long
I been waiting a while
50k up on her lap
She taking a snap
And lil mama bring it back
Yeah she my lil snack
I ain't scared to bring her out
My momma let her in the house
Fuck around we bringing hell
Uh
See the guns up in the shelf
She don't trust niggas
She say I'm the reason she don't love niggas
Girl don't fall in love with him
He just wanna see you in the mud with him
You think he got your back
He left you in a trap
Say you need no help
But baby we don't roll like that
Ice all on your wrist
And I left hundreds on your lap
Picked you from the dirt while all these other bitches laughed at you
Thrown they hands at you
You know I'm the type of guy
To throw these bands at you
Let me know