Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look
[Verse 1]
The f*ck is wrong with your ass?
You think I'm a poet?
Naw my n*gga I'm just rhyming 'bout the sh*t I go get
Waiting on my lonesome
Always on some so-solo sh*t
Happened in the street
Chances are Lolo did it
Wait
Hold on ho, hold on
I said
Trials on these hoes, trials on these hoes
I got that b*tch brand new
Put some miles on these hoes
She said she wants money
So I dolls up these hoes
Give 'em to your n*ggas
Putting miles on these hoes
Typical n*gga, flip a few figures
You said that you with her
What's her elixer
[Musical Break]
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Look
I said
The f*ck is wrong
The f*ck is wrong
You patronizing
I'm on these hoes
I'm on these hoes
Cause that's my livelihood
I mean
Every hood I've been
They recognize it
Lips I've see
I get some green n*gga they realize it
Cook meals for a n*gga
Cook meals for my n*ggas
Ask Rick or CeeJ or me or Rich of sh*t my n*gga Villain
I love the twat
And I love the shower
Most importantly
Real sh*t to me
Is I love the guap
This is something I know
I'm just playing my role
Every chick that I knew
Helped me get to my goals
Thank daddy for (?)
I'm on a quest to find me some balance
I'm on a quest to find me some palace
Imma just find a heart for me to manage
I said
This is something I know
This is something I know