Untitled Carlos Lyrics

Hello, I was wondering if you could play that song again

Mmm, which one man? The one that goes..

It's none of my business. It's none of my business

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep it stick, extendo, we gon' blow

What you do with them guns you be showing

Get the money forever my motive

Got a Glock and we kickin' your door in

Get a room we bringin' the hoes in

Told her take off her shoes so she go in

Boy, her rat he gon' tell where he know in

Yea I move real different got no friends

I be drippin' in Louis and Gucci and Findy and Prada designer my fashion

These niggas dick ridin' I don't know why, but they do it with a motherfuckin' passion

Playing tough on the phone, but you and them alone, these niggas really ain't about the action

Hit the board with a whip, please give me more Grammy, cause these niggas really be actin'

Really be actin', yeah, yeah

These niggas be capping, these niggas be capping

Whip the work like the magic, yeah, yeah

No, I'm not averaging

Keep a tec' I'm blastin', keep a tec' I'm blastin', sendin' shots and we clappin'

I'm whippin' and whippin' I'm whippin' at work

Baby girl suck on my dick till I swerve

I'm selling that work and I'm selling them nerds

Baby girl will always be for the birds

Bigger picture and you know that it hurts

Chopper, chopper , let her spread, let her burn

She said her pussy love it and it hurts

My friends tell me my music is a drug. Drug, drug, drug.