hats Lyrics

I got a million..

Yeah

Bitch

We lit in the city, I got them bricks in the city

My pheins is picky, I pimp in the city

I got your bitch in the city, her pussy is pretty

We spinning wit 50s, you know that Drakey is wit me

its singing like Drizzy, I'm trappin I'm busy

You know my phone is litty put fetty and Brickies

And I'm from the millie

Pussy, you ain't takin' shit, you gon' have to kill me

In the hallway, hit the lights, do it, nigga

Filthy, yeah, I get busy

Send me all the filth with them hollows, I get cheeky

Niggas talkin', all that gut smoke, nigga, get with me

Get with us, or get hit up

A matter of fact, come pick your bitch up

Suckin' me up till she hiccup

I'm in the trap, loadin my stick up

I'm workin' my wrist, ain't no sit-ups

I'm with some hyenas, we vicious

You pull up, we sprayin' the whip up

We kick down the doors to stick up

Your baby mama set the lick up

Get you shot in your face, throw your fist up

And your bitches call me for a fix-up

I'm gettin' stoned up like Medusa

Got a Fn I don't told ruga

When I step in, I come with the shooters

Don't do threatenin' over computers

You niggas hoes, and you petty

I done ran out my fetty with Fetty

If you want it, pull up to the Ghetty

We be in the hood like Ed and Eddie

And the weed line flowin' great

And the coke line flowin' steady

And we silverbacks, we apes

When I get up on him, it get messy

Aye ox, nigga, hold up

Let me tell you about this weed I rolled up

Matter of fact, nigga, so what

I keep 40 on me, and you know that's on tuck

You fuck niggas so butt, y'all be rattin' now

And niggas already know what's up

I don't even dap niggas

I just hit them with the what's up and a shoulder shrug

I'ma get my shine on, stand out the way

Niggas know that I'm runnin' up

It could be broad day on a Sunday

If it's up, nigga, then I'm goin' bust

Nigga thought he had a pint of that codeine

Good look, nigga, that was tussin'

Heard niggas that they grind me and robbed

Even for them bucks, nigga, that was us

I be on that pimp shit, you on simp shit

And you know these hoes be scandalous

And you know we got 30 rounds, got 50 rounds

Got 100 rounds, we're bananas

And now you done fucked around, now I'm runnin' down

Fuck around, kill your ass on camera

Pussy nigga, I'll be on your roof

If it ain't Christmas time, and you know my name ain't Santa

good Dope, don't step on it

In the trap with the chopsticks, not

the ones from the restaurant

In the kitchen, I'ma work my wrist

Microwave, get the stretchin' on

Rich pheins, upper echelon

AK like a wrecking ball

A lot of smoke, I inhale it all

I love the smoke, I melt it off

Fuck is you tellin', dawg

I ain't in the gang, or it's plain Jane

Make a wrong move, we set it off

You got p's of the pressure then mail off

Before the mail come ima sell it all

I ain't cookin' up shit, I'ma sell it soft

I ain't steppin' on shit, I'ma sell it raw

Roll the dice on a bitch, I might fuck it raw

I've been goin' off

Smack her eatin', got me tweakin'

Baby, I ain't goin' soft

Clap a nigga when I leave him, leave him

with his shoulders off

Drag a bitch down the street like a nigga RuPaul