Rental ft. Dalton Witt Lyrics

Told her ride me like a rental always on my mental

I ain't into sentimental, ho don't get too friendly

I'm just gonna drop the top, then I cruise the ghost

I ain't fuckin' with you hoes, that be doin' the most

Told her ride me like a rental, always on my mental

I ain't into sentimental, ho don't get too friendly

I'm just gonna drop the top, then I cruise the ghost

I ain't fuckin' with you hoes, that be doin' the most

I be takin' all these drugs, just to numb the feelin

I got demons on my back, they wanna see some killin's

I ain't fuckin' with these hoes, I can't have no dealings

I'm just tryna stack my chicken, ain't tryna have no children

If it ain't bout no fuckin' money, stay from out my mentions

I ain't fuckin' with these hoes, that be seekin attention

I'm the realest in it, so you know they see the vision

We bought sticks when it was tension, don't care bout the tension

Call the plug, I need some pills, I think I'm comin' down

I ain't stoppin' till I'm on the stage at rollin' loud

I'm the one who spint the block and let a hundred rounds

I'm the one with the mask on, you know it's goin' down

I been sippin' so much codeine, fuckin' up my kidneys

I'm the one inside the party, always got it with me

All the hoes tryna be cool, no I can't be friendly

Yeah, please don't call me bro, you know we ain't family

I just got the info that bro back in town

We gon' catch him outside and put him out of bounds

I'ma smoke his ass open like we smokin' loud

I'ma put Chunk in my blunt, you know it's goin' down

Yeah, treat him like a bitch

Yeah, you actin' like a ho, make this shit make sense

I looked that boy right in his eyes, knew he was a bitch

I ain't fuckin' with these hoes, I just wanna switch

Keep the Glock with the box 33 round drum

Go brrappa-pop-pop, don't give a fuck about no opps

We gon' pray that them boys drop

I'm on your block

With that fuckin' high cock, got that 4-5 on me

Finn to catch a body, give no fuck about your homie

Or your daddy or your mommy, bitch, I'm gettin' violent

I don't tolerate the cap, I don't care about nobody

Bitch, I'ma get you whacked

Told her, ride me like a rental, always on my mental

I ain't into sentimental, ho don't get too friendly

I'm just gonna drop the top, then I cruise the ghost

I ain't fuckin' with you hoes, let me do the most

Told her, ride me like a rental, always on my mental

I ain't into sentimental, ho don't get too friendly

I'm just gonna drop the top, then I cruise the ghost

I ain't fuckin' with you hoes, let me do the most

Yeah, you say that we locked in, it's for better or worse

I'm just tryna stack this money up, till I'm in that hearse

I ain't stoppin', I'ma freestyle every fuckin' verse

I'm gon' make this shit work, cause I don't go to work

I'ma put you on a shirt, but I can't wear that shirt

Triple XL how I'm comin you know what I'm worth

I'm goin' so hard, got this shit out the dirt

Yeah, I came from out the mud, you know I'm down to earth

If your bitch gon' throw it back, I'm gon' buy her a purse

If your bitch gon' hold it down, I'm gon' give her my percs

Lil' bitch got a fat ass when she walk, it twerks

I let that lil' bitch shoot my gun, just to show it works

Baby girl, give me your love, you know I can take it

I'm the realest in the game, I don't do no fakin

All these other people broke, probably why they hate me

I'm the realest out the town, why you tryna play me

I ain't gon' lie, it's a chill move

Fuckin' with a bitch, she got some attitude

Don't talk back, that's too rude

I'ma slide in this bitch, I'm too smooth

I'm too smooth, too good, smokin' on that Cali pack

Run, sit my blunt, throw it up, you don't fuck with that

Fuck with this, fuck with that, you know she throw it back

Gucci, Louis, Prada, I'm rockin' shit on designer pants