No Pt - Jackie Brown

Having my way with ya hoe and she letting me
Been making money ask Destiny
White men in my wallet my bitches be ebony
In a school zone going seventy
I mix the perc with wok it was heavenly
She know imma dog she still petting me
If you ain't in it then why is you telling me
Got my first whip and I crashed it
I fill the spot up with bags yea we having
Smashing and swerving thru traffic
I made his man's disappear I do magic
I'm rocking Dior like I'm catholic
Christian put hoes on the knees it's a passion
My bro made a hemi from trapping
He get the pack and he flip it gymnastics
He really bitch he a actress
Go in the booth and he lie it's a talent
Not regular I'm far from average
I put a check on his head and they cash it
No kizzy I'm smashing the baddest
Can't find her waist I think somebody snatched it
Ima star I might cop me a Patek
I put some tits on the chop now she ratchet
I'm popping bottles got hoes in my section and they twerking naked you got respect
Ran up a ten went and bought me a necklace
He think a demon get sent to the reverend
If we get pulled over ain't nobody telling
You posting a bitch I been hit I ain't jealous
My young Niggas slimey believe it they stepping no question them young niggas ruthless and reckless
Having my way with ya hoe and she letting me
Been making money ask Destiny
White men in my wallet my bitches be ebony
In a school zone going seventy
I mix the perc with wok it was heavenly
She know imma dog she still petting me
If you ain't in it then why is you telling me
Yo bitch wanna fuck with my ice on
Score on a opp one on one this a iso
Move wrong in this bitch catch a hallow
My bitch a ten and she built like mulatto
Don't care bout ya past can you swallow
I know some hoes who gone fuck for a follow
When it's beef niggas ducking they taco
Ran up a mill think I just hit the lotto
Let's go body for body like Rylo
Fuck bitches get money the motto
I'm tripping I'm speeding thru potholes
Don't play we turn niggas to pot roast
Nigga quit all that moaning and bitching
Chase niggas down gotta jumping the fences
It be the same niggas acting for bitches in person the pussy they turn into crickets
I can't simp for a hoe I'm too player
In private we fucking in public we strangers
Can't go if I can't bring the banger
I got the stick in the club you in danger
And we still stuffing souls in a rillos
Bought her a ass I need something to fill on
Niggas be capping and talking to pillows
I took a break from the rapping I'm still on
Having my way with ya hoe and she letting me
Been making money ask Destiny
White men in my wallet my bitches be ebony
In a school zone going seventy
I mix the perc with wok it was heavenly
She know imma dog she still petting me
If you ain't in it then why is you telling me

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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