Spit On My Tattoos Lyrics

Glock forty five in the mink

Wake up I'm kissing the pink

Pop him I owed him for jinx

No Kobe I tote the bean

I got a bitch who come spit on my tattoos cause she love all my ink

I know some bitches who know that this cash rules so they come and they freak

I cheated on a bad bitch with another bad bitch like I'm Adam Levine

I met that bitch at the rink now she be calling me stink

I got a bitch in the Raq who love me for racks but she do the team

I got a bitch with a Mac who tote on the mack she manage my streams

You wanna fight about my ex man storm his block with the fire in my jeans

I'm suited up with this tech man bitch I'm nike gave checks to the team

Check flex hop in the whip and I wreck it

She know I'm hard as erections

I let her give me infections

Who in the fuck

Who the fuck is these fuck niggas testing

Ten in his back like he Messi

Try me and shit getting hectic

I bought a bitch to a mansion and took her home but she got fucked in a lex

I know the Chase always hitting so if I go broke I ain't never gone stress

All of my bitches are demons they still going to fuck me and say that I'm blessed

Up in the hills I'm popping the popping the popping the popping the X

Popping off just like my ex

Popping up just like my ex

She wanna kiss on my neck

Telling her I just want neck

Shorty coming down hill like a bachelorette

She wanna get on the treadmill bitch I already flexed

The strongest little monkey with ice out the frieza but my little bitch fight like chi-chi

That nigga pussy and act like a bitch so we saving his contact as he she

He don't want beef cause this shit can get rocky Asap like he fucking with Riri

And that boy think he bad chopper kick like Mike Jack so that nigga gone beat it like Hehe

And I got me a shorty who eat eat

Diamond teeth on the pussy thats V'vs

Bitch I don't do no hahas and hehes

I do mags in the Drake three piece

Marge Simpson the beat mink mink

Then I fuck a Canadian ting ting

Back to back like I'm Steph ring ring

Back to back like I'm Steph ring ring

Jumping out with the fye I don't even tell bro them to hop out the V

In New York with the bro I say shorty a hoe he say shorty a treesh

I'm good on the court and good with the stick if you reach I'm a teach

I moved out the city but for I left Cali I fucked on the beach

And he wanted smoke he ain't worthy of smoke we cut him like stems in a backwood

I'm from the three eight six where we don't play that shit I can take shorty to my hood

And he the irrelevant one on the roster I'm calling that nigga a drew good

He think he upping it but I be clutching it now his bitch say that I drew good

She say I embody the new hood

Oh my God there is Harley in new hoods

But she know that I'm stacking she know that I'm packing I popping the trunk in the new Hood

Little bitch I say I am the new Suge and I stay with the juice like the old Meek

Used to play black ops two you can't troll me

Got this mask on my face no Mick Foley