Lyrics : Quinton Gardner/Rodney Hwingwiri/Naujour Grainger
Music : Quinton Gardner/Rodney Hwingwiri/Naujour Grainger
Yeah
I used to take my lil' Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull
And ain't no way no b***h gon' run my head like tempo
My 1942 hittin', used to wear Kenzo
Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando
But bae, I miss the bando, and I don't miss you
Too many issues, **** you, I love my pistol
So sick and tired of arguments like where's the thug in me?
Nowadays these girls, they come easy, it ain't no fun for me
Where's the excitement? She take the thrill out of it
I can't take no disrespect, you know we kill 'bout it
I'ma make it big, if I had, I'd put my kids on it
Last night hit the bar with it, she make a deal 'bout it
Loyalty over dishonor, this ain't no diss song
**** around, put my chains on her, then get her lips done
I quit drinkin' alcohol, look what it does to me
Tired of takin' b*****s home from the club just to have fun with me
She keep sayin' she done with me, then she keep callin' me
She keep wantin' to talk, shut the **** up, b***h, and gargle me
I stop wastin' time, I put more time in my artistry
Cut her off, now she ain't shit to me, now that's the boss in me
We so on and off, woah, it's like a PlayStation
See, all this money and time feel like I'm wastin' it
I wanna go back to the time when I just lay in it
Now I just hit it and go, don't bother tapin' it
I used to take my lil' Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull
And ain't no way no b***h gon' run my head like tempo
My 1942 hittin', used to wear Kenzo (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, uh
Pull up and shoot out the whip
All of my niggas together, we used to share clothes, so I ain't never needed a b***h
She wanna meet at the W, I send security, I'm at the top floor
Know she a ten out of ten, every girl that I hit, they be hotter than pot roast
I gotta keep me a .30, I been ridin' dirty, that's just what the Glock hold
I never drink up with brodie, I know that he leanin' right off of the Wock' though
Yeah, I'm with Pressa and pressure
Two geeks in the lab like Dexter
New Rolls Royce, it's electric, Spectre
Put me all on my feels, won't text her
Ayy, Pressa (Yo, Crodie)
Yeah, I'm at the top of the W, I got some hoes tryna link with the homies
I am not savin' a ho, everyone gotta go, I'm not Toosii the goalie
Used to take my lil' meds straight to the head when I feel lonely
I used to take my lil' Hennessy (Yeah, yeah), mix it with Red Bull
And ain't no way no b***h gon' run my head like tempo
My 1942 hittin' (It hit), used to wear Kenzo
Wrote this shit in the W (Yeah), not in the bando
But bae, I miss the bando (Wow), and I don't miss you (I don't)
Too many issues, **** you, I love my pistol
So sick and tired of arguments like where's the thug in me?
Nowadays these girls, they come easy, it ain't no fun for me
Nowadays these girls, they come easy, it ain't no fun for me
Nowadays these girls, they come easy, it ain't no fun for me