Who made this shit?
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride to the
Me and Mozz' gon' ride (yeah)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
Duffy doing too good, niggas stealin' my sauce
Told my bitch, "It don't get no better than this"
40 for a verse, I want 50 for a brick
I know, I know
I ain't stoppin' shit 'til my niggas all home
Still keep it on me, put a nigga on a shirt quick
And you'll never hear the truth on my hurt, bitch
First off, fuck what I'm doin' for mine
How much that purse cost?
Fuck who I put in that house, how much you worth dawg?
It's a couple Ms around this bitch
And I got enough water to drown this bitch
Youngin from the bottom, got it poppin'
Kept it solid, he the one now
Came from bein' stressed out, I'm havin' fun now
Right knee, bro ain't had a license, he was 19
And I gotta take the blame for it
I was thinkin' Hellcats, they thinkin' Range Rovers
And I ain't gotta sell weight, bitch, 'cause my name hold it
Doggy, doggy, Demon and the Lamb'
Just me and Ardie talkie
Can't look me in my face and tell me hoes ain't sick
Realest shit I ever heard, "Hoes ain't shit"
For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud
Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas actin' like they still fuckin' with the work
I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse
Baby, ride wit' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail, half of brick for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I don't trust nobody
Ridin' with that stick, yeah, got to keep it by me
Top floor, big penthouse, can't find me
It's a couple killers in this section, we wildin'
They try to hold me back, keep tryin'
Shout out to them niggas, homie tell 'em, "Stay solid"
Pull up in that all black, bitch, we slidin'
Only hang with tens, pretty bitches, we vibin'
Yeah, first off, when my brother went down, had to get my work off
20 bands the deposit, that's what the purse cost
42 for a pound, that's what that work cost
Yeah, bitches don't stop
We was gettin' money off of hard rock
'Member you ain't front me, now, I'm on right now
Bitch, I'm in the booth, got it on me right now
For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud
Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas actin' like they still fuckin' with the work
I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse
Baby, ride wit' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail, half of brick for 19
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house