RIP Aretha

歌詞

Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Big Dreez Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, in y'all wallet like Lemony Snicket I don't fuck with cuz but the work was a ticket Popped off the tag and I can't even fit it I'm smoking on loud so I probably don't hear you Shhh Make a nigga say my name when he in it I married his will but I'm not Jada Pinkett I'm counting up, counting up, it's finger lickin' You know I'ma eat, I don't need no utensils Eat it up I get attention, he need Ritalin Rollie my wrist, I can't fuck with no minute man OG diet, body looking like cinnamon I'm the nigga and these niggas be feminine I'm smoking on G in a Tesla Yes Treat the world like it's my bitch, better not touch her Pretty little bitch, I might fuck round and bust ya Niggas know I get my coin like an usher Tweak with the gang, you ain't big enough Won't give a fuck if a bitch ain't feeling us Won't give a fuck, bitch Kicking that hoe out my section Ain't throwing no bread if them strippers ain't thick enough Can't let 'em pipe, had to tell 'em just give it up Nigga stay he still wanna lick it up I don't care if I'm that Benz truck I'm still hit my plug like, "Nigga, come fill it up" Gas Franklins, Aretha Rest up Two seat, at least Gone Ice on anemic Froze You ain't eating, bulimic Rollie on, ain't got no time for a bitch Who? Gotta remind me a bitch Big Dreez Dripping on fan in this shit If I want it, he gon' buy me this shit Spin this shit Franklins, Aretha That rat Two seat, at least Skrrt Ice on anemic You ain't eating, bulimic Rollie on, ain't got no time for a bitch What? Gotta remind me a bitch Big Dreez Dripping on fan in this shit If I want it, he gon' buy me this shit Spin this shit Checked your resume and you ain't official A knock-off hoe substituting the teacher Who the fuck is that bitch? Heard you sent for me but ain't want a mission Put paper on you, bitch, you don't want a extra Bitch, you just running in circles Silly ass Y'all should come up when I search you Who is this? I'm on your screen, no commercial I'm live He kissing me, say I'm a Hershey We fully loaded Skrrt, body built like Coca-Cola I'm repping the game, no controller Can't put my line in your Motorola I got some lil titties, don't need a bra No bitch, I don't give a fuck 'bout the blogs Ooh yeah, bluffed as fuck Faded up, look like I'm smoking a log Smoking, yeah Choking in front I walk in the venue and I'm throwing up money Yeah Done with y'all hoes I'm duffing 'em off like I'm flicking a blunt Yeah Stone hard, Knievel Flex it Rat hoes, policing Flex On fire, a phoenix Yeah yeah yeah True shit, bulimic Ayy Franklins, Aretha Rest up Two seat, at least Gone Ice on anemic Froze You ain't eating, bulimic Rollie on, ain't got no time for a bitch Who? Gotta remind me a bitch Big Dreez Dripping on fan in this shit If I want it, he gon' buy me this shit Spin this shit Franklins, Aretha Two seat, at least Skrrt Ice on anemic You ain't eating, bulimic Rollie on, ain't got no time for a bitch What? Gotta remind me a bitch Big Dreez Tripping on fan in this shit If I want it, he gon' buy me this shit Spin this shit