Gimme Dat Lyrics

Set up a lick like it's nothin

Money ooh I need to touch it

Goons they wit it always clutchin

Play roulette its like we Russian

Disrespect not into none of that

Ruger treat you like a bitch and blow ya back

For the money go loco its all a wrap

For a fact I can trap out a col de sac

Been gettin to it before the rap

Bunch of crabs in a barrel cant hold me back

If a nigga run down know my homie strapped

Dont want smoke wit the gang you cant never match

All my pieces rare bitch I dont shop at sacks

My designer be different I'm always fresh

I got hoes on my dick like the quarterback

If i fuck that lil bitch then she crawling back

They never counted me in

See through the smiles and the grins

Dont want a nigga to win

I'm only trustin my kin

Only got brothers no friends

Hard to make it out my ends

So niggas cookin in the bando

I be everywhere you cant go

Wrap the package up and transport

Plug front the work on consignment

Infatuated wit the money and violence

I soar through the sky like a pilot

Keep talking shit my niggas leave you in silence

Some of my niggas indicted

For all the yey the government done provided

These hoes think Im fresh call me trident

They give me head because my future the brightest

Yeah Yeah

Hard out here for a pimp cant play fair

Lot of bitches want my kids no day care

If you aint fuckin better dip we dont bait here

Hittas got the ratchet if you scary better stay clear

Niggas play tough but they soft like take care

Watch where you lookin for I fix that blank stare

Rearrange your dental make a nigga buy a new pair

Real right niggas in my circle we dont do squares

Been on team roc you can call me Jigga

These aint no amiris this is Wol4 lil nigga

Got yo bitch under contrl I call her SZA

Cutting niggas off like the muhfuckin Clippers

Stitchin niggas up like a muhfuckin zipper

I'm the man muhfucker I don't gotta pull a trigger

My niggas do anything for the cash call them hittas

Rob your whole fuckin pack sell it to the highest bidder

Set up a lick like its nothin

Money ooh I need to touch it

Goons they wit it always clutchin

Play roulette its like we Russian

Disrespect not into none of that

Ruger treat you like a bitch and blow ya back

For the money go loco its all a wrap

For a fact I can trap out a col de sac

Been gettin to it before the rap

Bunch of crabs in a barrel cant hold me back

If a nigga run down know my homie strapped

Dont want smoke wit the gang you cant never match

All my pieces rare bitch I dont shop at sacks

My designer be different Im always fresh

I got hoes on my dick like the Quarterback

If I fuck that lil bitch then she crawling back

Gimme Dat