(HoodWithAnotha1)
Hey
BigWalkDog
Uh
Hey
Look, my mama told me stay away from snakes and watch them rats and mouse
We couldn't get them 'bows, but now we can, so bitch, we taxin' now
Say, how the hell he walk up in the club with his ratchet out?
Say, how he get that shit up out the mud? He living lavish now
They asking how, like (How the hell he get that new car?)
They keep asking now, like (How he go from there to a star?)
They keep asking how, like (How he know the plug where we are?)
They keep asking now
They just keep asking how
This what they asking 'bout
They asking this and that, but they can't get no conversation (Nope)
They watching how I move, they wanna know about the paper
They wanna know about the plug that I had met out in Decatur
When we was turning flips and stacking bricks all on the table
Been legit, remix the flavor, Project Pat told me, "Don't save her" (Don't change up)
Streets so dried up, look like raisins, they hope WalkDog come and save 'em
I only care about that bagel, that's that bread, that cheese, alfredo
Mix the brick down like it's Play-Doh, mix a four ball in a Faygo
J sadistic, he gon' play broke, show that money, now your face gone (Boom)
I ain't worried 'bout no bank loan, I go broke, bitch, I'm gon' take somethin'
Hellcat, Trackhawk, I might race one, buy my city like I'm Akon
Trap was making more than Avon
Look, my mama told me stay away from snakes and watch them rats and mouse
We couldn't get them 'bows, but now we can, so bitch, we taxin' now
Say, how the hell he walk up in the club with his ratchet out?
Say, how he get that shit up out the mud? He living lavish now
They asking how, like (How the hell he get that new car?)
They keep asking now, like (How he go from there to a star?)
They keep asking how, like (How he know the plug where we are?)
They keep asking now
They just keep asking how
This what they asking 'bout
I was taught to break a ho, bitch, I got money on the floor
Money long, I can't go broke, I open bag and throw some more
I see the streets through telescopes, I really give the trenches hope
Remix the pot and shut the door, you never made that move before then (Nope)
They ask me this, I tell 'em no (No), they say a gram, I say a 'bow
I'm in control, I tote remotes, I press a button, it's a go
I feel like Gucci in his coat, got baby Dracs' and Gucci totes (Uh-huh)
All of a sudden I'm gettin' dough, I never felt like this before
They pull away, just cut the rope, they start to hate, turn up some more
You stack up three, then you make four, then five gon' fall in line for sure
You make a purchase, nine or more, that pack get sent right to your door
I popped my shit at Texaco, we drove the Dawn through Gresham Road
My mama told me stay away from snakes and watch them rats and mouse
We couldn't get them 'bows, but now we can, so bitch, we taxin' now
Say, how the hell he walk up in the club with his ratchet out?
Say, how he get that shit up out the mud? He living lavish now
They asking how, like (How the hell he get that new car?)
They keep asking now, like (How he go from there to a star?)
They keep asking how, like (How he know the plug where we are?)
They keep asking now
They just keep asking how
This what they asking 'bout
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
