QueTee - SISTER

Know I said I wouldn't change
But imma different nigga
Won't send the same shooter on two drill
I got different hittas
Full arsenal, in this bitch, I got different triggers
He ain't wanna let me fuck his mom, so I hit his sister
Ion play no games with these niggas, gotta different system
Niggas mad, cuz they doing bad, can't fuck the rhythm
Shawty gotta all white fit
She look good as hell
Why these niggas on my dick, this shit weird as hell
Bitch I'm feeling like Will, I get jiggy with it
These niggas run they mouth a lot but they ain't really with it
I also feel like Will cause without a doubt
I'm drilling bout my bitch, keep her name out your fucking mouth bitch
Leave a nigga laying in a ditch
Kodak Black and Yachty bout it we can really hit
Never been a gangster but don't play me like no bitch
I'm just bout my money man like Mitch yuh
Paint a picture vivid as the Mona Lisa
Bitch said she told her mom about me, I don't wanna meet her
Brother wanna play, imma pop em' like a 2 liter
Yea I like pussy, but I'm not one, I can guarantee ya (ugh nigga)
I can guarantee ya
Bitch told me she was hungry guess what imma feed her (ugh nigga)
Imma wish em' well
He ain't pray before he went to sleep now he gone go to hell (ugh)
I'm on my reaper shit
Nigga acting like a bitch, on his diva shit
Yea I'll let you flex the bread
But you can't keep the shit
Say you miss your Grandma
Do you wanna go see the bitch?
Know I said I wouldn't change
But imma different nigga
Won't send the same shooter on two drill
I got different hittas
Full arsenal, in this bitch, I got different triggers
He ain't wanna let me fuck his mom, so I hit his sister
Ion play no games with these niggas, gotta different system
Niggas mad, cuz they doing bad, can't fuck the rhythm
Shawty gotta all white fit
She look good as hell
Why these niggas on my dick, this shit weird as hell
If niggas wanna play, then its going down
Yea I know I seem like a hoe but I don't fuck around
You better ask somebody
Bitch I run the town, I know I'm wise
She ain't worth a penny, she fucking clown
She a clown, but she not it
Yea the nigga mad cuz I'm fucking on his bitch
All this ice on my neck, it might make a nigga sick
I be rapping bout the money but a nigga not rich

Written by:
Quantrell Mitchell

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