Favors Lyrics

Told the bitch I'm chillin, counting money getting Paper I think that I don't need her, told her I'm Runnin' out of favors

Dam this bitch gas, Trey Dunked that bitch like Ash, trey left that bitch up in the past, no NFL, she Runnin' back

Me and metroo show you how to get a couple Racks I hit the lil' hoe, she runnin' back

I hit that hoe, Trey Hit that hoe rell, hit that hoe, Know that's your hoe

Hit your hoe, then switch the spot, then switch Out

Catch me jumpin' out the window, but you know I Got my dam pole

Heart cold, as the North Pole, this that Dam Trako and Metroo

She want time, I spend it, counting money, counting racks

I been ducked off, I ain't hiding, show my young Nigga how to get money, he ain't sliding

We get money, so your bitch slide, she's know Metroo, tote that fam fye

ARPs and big nines, RP Perkys and some Gen 5's

Keep my Smith and Weston, they good play, this shit get hectic

We got techs and we got big shit, if you wanna get Money, yeah, you gotta take risks

I just got bills in the spot, like you lay bricks, I ain't Gon' drop you some bands, I can make hits

Soon as you get you some pape, they can't say Shit, bitch left a nigga when she seen on my wrist

All I sell pay, she let the whole gang hit

Bitch like Nina Long, don't need a loan, my money Long

She wanna come up, she gon' leave you when your Money gone

These bitches love me when I post some money, Its fuck me when I post the Bible

Runaway, can't take this dick, ayy, bitch, come Here, you actin' childish

Wont run away, gon' shoot my stick, might lose My life, I'm really bout it

She love that shit, she love that shit, this freaky Bitch might set you up

Don't need to call nobody, I got Metroo and this Crazy slut

Geekin' out my body, think bout bodies, they stay On my mind

Free that nigga, Melly, mama know that I might Slang that iron

You can't fuck with us, Trako and Metroo, nigga, It's our time

Fuck round slide in a rental, the watch don't tick, Presidential

Versace shirt, it's Medusa head, fuck round and Slide, you gon' lose a leg

When you in the field, you better use your head

When them choppers' strike, you better use your Legs

Put some tint on a fishbowl, fuckin' an nympho

I'm a big, shark in the water, they mentos

Slice a nigga with a stick like Kimbo

All them white faces, but I fuck with Jim Crow

And Metroo like Lamello and Lanzo

Bitch, like Nina Long, don't need a loan, my money Long

She wanna come on, she gon' leave you when your Money gone

These bitches love me when I post some money, Its Fuck me when I post the Bible

Runaway, can't take this dick, ayy, bitch, come Here, you actin' childish

Told the bitch I'm chillin', counting money, gettin' Paper

I think that I don't need her, told her I'm runnin' Out of favors

Dam this bitch gas tray, dump this bitch, like ash Tray

Left that bitch up in the past, no NFL, she runnin' Back