INDIANA FEVER ft. Almighty Fo Lyrics

Kick that bitch right to the curb, Concrete no Karahbooo

Petty bitch get on my nerves lil' hoe I don't even care for you

Fly as fuck, parachute

Ain't tryna kick it, pair of shoes

Hoe you dress too terrible, I don't even care for you

Snakes up in the grass, you know you gotta be careful too

My foot up on the gas, hand on her ass I'm terrible

Them hoes been waiting in line, I say go ahead let them through

Them hoes can't waste my time, cause they gon' do what they gon' do

Yeah, and I'm doing me bitch

Yeah I'm John Cena you can't see me less the scene switch

Lil' baby wanna fuck me but she acting like my seamstress

A nigga better not touch me or come in between this green shit

And you know I mean it, you niggas average mean it

Tell a bad bitch gon' bounce that ass, gon' bounce that ass

Gon' bounce that ass if you sitting on a bag

Gon' bounce that ass if you sitting on a bag

Shawty she gon' throw that ass on me she say I'm a real nigga

You know I got my mask on me, I turn it to a real hitter

I know they keeping tabs on me, cause your hoe like to steal nigga

I ain't even giving no daps out now cause most you rappers ain't real niggas

Fake drug addict, you ain't even popping real pills

Fake pint sipper, you ain't even got the real seal

Fake drug dealers, you ain't even make no real deals

Codeine killer, pour a cup and get a real heal

CM Punk, walk in this bitch like a real heel

He get stomped, rock all yellow like this kill bill

Pop the trunk, up the pump if I spot you

You get dunked, on by us that's a alley-oop

Bitch, I'm from the ghetto, eating Nephew's and some Rally's too

Shorty got a fatty too, I know that we compatible

She knowing what's my sign, it's a S in two lines

Yeah it's always on my mind, dedicated to the grind

Shorty got her nails done, shorty got her rent paid

In the streets she is a boss in the bed she call me sensei

She ain't worried about her ex, that nigga lame, oh yeah he been played

I ain't worried about him neither, know I got the heater

Baby balling yeah she hot I shoot my shot Indiana Fever

You won't catch me on the block I'm in the spot counting up in a beater

Smoking good dope, give my baby good strokes

Me and my exes cool, we ended on a good note

Where I'm from you either know who poked or who got poked

Where I'm from you either know who smoked or who got smoked

Asking me where I'm from, nigga

Fuck where you from nigga?

Ain't no brother like me yeah I swear that I'm that one nigga