Andre Iguodala ft. JustoDaSav Lyrics

Energy make this one

What's up, Sav

I fuck with this one, Energy

Yoo

I'm on the east side, flying as me and Justo

It took me a week to fuck that bitch, you took a month long

You the type, nigga, get the bag, threw at still fumble

Ten cars deep, with hoes filled behind us we finna have a Royal Rumble

You weak as hell, like Tobias, she a trade you for some Crumble

The bag drop, I'm the first down, you the type to front em

I'm in a town that you ain't heard, I'm tryna make another hunnid

I gave that bitch Skeet sex, now she sayin' that she love me

He wanna get his feet wet, but he feel it in his stomach

If I move to Texas, I'ma run it just like Tim Duncan

When he heard that Blrrrd sound, then he really got to running

Bitch said she want some money,

Fuck You Mean like i'm Gunna

Just found a brick plug, saved his number under Drummond

Dawg, he ain't never got in a fight, so I know he running

Heard the bitch playin' Cash Skeet, so I know she fucking

Cold as hell in your trap, you fuck around and burn the oven

Couple racks on me, I threw it when I was out here clubbin'

A couple straps on us, we do it, niggas out here muggin'

It's all facts, cause I don't really even do the bluffin'

You like fat bitches, that's cool, I'ma do her cousin

And you know we got them pints by the dozen

In the titty bar, throwin' all the bands

And they love it

Doin' a scam seminar a

Sit down like ten times a hunnid

Slidin' in the RT's, you can hear them tires rubbin'

She ain't never had no cheese, so she like how you comin'

I'm just doin' what I need, but I'm still out here hustlin'

You tryna' to do what you please, but you still out here struggling

Yeah, come on

Pineapple fanta, I just poured up this for a drank

I'm quick to kick a bitch off the roster, she don't know her place

K take chops everywhere, he love to blow his drink

My team full of shooters, round this bitch, we like Golden State

Told skeet, slow the whip down, I'm tryin' to roll this eight

I told the bitch, if you love me, alright

Told the bitch, if you love me like you say, you let me load your Chase

Five racks, shoebox money, nigga, and get this out no safe

Pull this bitch from deep, nigga, I got a lot of range

Was almost done rappin', honestly, I got a lot to say

Put myself on the limit, I got a spending problem

Lil' bro, wanna drill every day, he got a spinning problem

My chop be the rudest when it talk, he got a spitting problem

I got my nine on me right now, nigga, I drink a dollar

Let a nigga try to hit on me, I'm tryin' to hit his mama