1.5 lyrics

[Intro]
(Smoke)

[Verse]
Come and put that pus*y on me, I'ma put that di*k up on you
Come and do a split on me, come and do a trick on it
Come and shake that ass for me, baby, I got a lot of money
Come here, do that yeah for me, tell 'em let me show you somethin'
b*tch, tell your n*gga how I make you c*m without no pill, yeah
I don't give no f*ck about no sex, b*tch, I just only want your neck
I get sh*t smoked off the back, tell that pus*y n*gga, "Yeah"
I told that b*tch I won't bang, I know that pus*y n*gga scared
They must not know how I get down, bang with that thing, swing 'cross your head
Since I was small, I ain't stand down, b*tch, ask my mama, I ain't scared
That pus*y n*gga said, "What?" She told me "Leave that n*gga dead," what?
Fеw weeks later, I caught the b*tch and bust his head, what?
Snеaker tech, knock out the back of you b*tches, yeah, dumb
Sneaky slime, knock out the back off your b*tch and send her home
We stole that car, then we pull on side and we send 'em home
Like bang, bang, b*tch dead, bang, bang, b*tch gone
I just need a lot of money on me, I just need the freshest fit on me, oh, yeah
I just need my b*tch for to see
And everything I do for her, I'm grindin' hard for her ass
b*tch, I bought a half a ticket ring for your dog ass
b*tch, I pulled up with like everything with your dog ass
b*tch, you know I ride 'round with that pink thing with my dog ass
b*tch, you know I'm bound to split your ex about your f*ckin' past
Tell your friends stop tellin' you them things with your messy ass
Tell your sister, b*tch, I get that green, I get that f*ckin' cash
No, you the devil, gotta say she mad that I ain't f*ck her ass
Tell Nene, if I wasn't her BD, b*tch, I would've bust her ass
I ain't got no f*ckin' pigs, don't no profession get no f*ckin' pass
I'm active, I'm perfective with this sh*t with my perfective ass
Loved when I was broke, but now I'm stuntin' and I got f*ckin' cash
Mouthed while I was home, but once I'm out, then it's his f*ckin' ass
Yeah, b*tch, what? Now come and play with me
I been doin' my sh*t and got them hitters on scene
Mmm, mmm, mmm, I got that sh*t on me
Mmm, I'm in this b*tch and I got that stick on me
And I'm gon' kill somethin', my brother told me "Kill somethin'"
So how the f*ck you just gon' tell me not to zip somethin'?
I make the music, make this money, so don't tell me how to spend nothin'
This ho do what I say, so don't say sh*t 'bout what I spend on 'em
I'm f*cked up by breakin' cars, lil' brother slime, he swipin' cards
I had it hard, Meech got a b*tch, she got a friend, I jacked the broad
Hold up, hold up, b*tch, I say, I'm way too gangster
Had a bang-out, called my mama, she the one got me from danger
My sister know that I spanked her, my mama know that I'm thuggin'
My grandpa know that I'm druggin', f*ck the b*tch, they know I plucked 'em
f*ck the ho, she know she thugged me, but after all, I still love her
I just wanted for the b*tch to try to help me