Fine Wit Dat Lyrics

God damn I'm smoking hillard pack

Deco rolling woods back to back having asthma attacks

Got so many hoes I can pick and choose off the rack

Yeah you can have my old hoe, yeah I'm fine with that

Brain so good almost had a damn heart attack

Bitch ate the dick like god damn shark attack

God damn I smoke more than Wiz Khalifa

Bitch head game so fire I had to nickname her sativa

This chop got big titties like a mothafuckin' diva

Bitch slid in my DM's but I had to cut her off

Nigga think he was tough, I could tell that he soft

Bitch take your shoes off, no dirtying my loft

I be swerving in & out these lanes, damn you can't stop me

By the way he hold that gun I can tell he shoot sloppy

Bitch begging for the dick, I told her just top me

I'm still waiting for my fucking opps to come drop me

They don't wanna do it nigga, they don't wanna take a risk

Sometimes you gotta take a chance to ice out your wrist

Sometimes you gotta take that chance to get a bad bitch

What I'm smoking on? Hillard pack, you rolling cabbage

Bitch asked do I miss her? huh, maybe a tad bit

But you gon' have to try to upgrade cuz you still average

I got my own car and crib, god damn I'm really having it

Disappeared on that lil bitch like a magic trick

Just got a text like, damn where'd you go?

Had to go & get some money, had to go & hit the road

I can serve you a pack and a bowl in one load

If you ain't got no bands for me bitch you can go

I told that bitch you can leave, just spread some bands out you can call that a sleeve

Just spent $300 on some damn purple jeans

God damn I'm fresh as a bitch, my fit too clean

You can't afford what I wear

When I hop out the car these bitches stop and stare

Nigga reach for a chain, heh, don't you dare

My nigga pull up broad day and shoot you there