7 Records - TYB (feat. Seven Vicious Nightmares, Phyllis Driller & Myke Valley)

I just hit my dance
Just won some money
Off a card game
Ya you see my shining
Can't see haters thru these caters
When I'm Dripping in Versace or givenchy
That's just how I play it
Up in her sheets
And She know me by my last name
I be smelling a gas tank
Skating thru the city like is cascade
Loving the fast lane
Selling the drugs the bad way
Baby an addict
She pass it
I'm in love with high fashion
Baby I'm a big stepper
She wasn't good when I left her
Look at my Rollie it's flatted
I really turned into something
Usain Bolt how I'm running
We are the storm and it's coming
I won't change or fold for nothing
Me and your girl be fuccing
She said my dicc is something
Nigga you swear that I'm buffing
You just luccy I don't wanna cuff it
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Nigga you swear
Aye you luccy i dont wanna cuff it
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya Ya
Ya
Nigga you swear
Aye you luccy i dont wanna cuff
No I don't wanna cuff
No I don't wanna cufff
Maybe I'm just outta touch
I smile and shrug she falling in love
You got a problem with us
I think It's better to keep it on hush
I got. Problem with Tuss
What's it to me Malibu for a month?
I got that hoe going nuts
I took her I pull I put her on bus
Yall in the spot looking sus
Look all you want man we good on guns
I ride that hoe like a jeep
Balenci robe man we good on funds
I fuck that hoe like whenever I need
Live outta bag like She live on the run
I pick her up the weekend
Send her back she know all of the cuts
She try to hang and she geeking
Tried to tell her bae stick to your guns
These hoes all area
And it only getting scarier
Y'all niggas gonna marry em
Y'all niggas is hilarious
Just let me know
Gotta let me know
Yea yea
You tryna roll
Let's run it up don't fold
Nah nah
No XO
Cant kiss and hug these hoes
Nah nah
Just let me know
You gotta let me know
It could get real as fuck
I'm can't even get to sliding
Unless I got the ruler tucked
I'm kool as fuck
I been fuckin wit a fan
She only come thru to fuck
You cannot fool the trust
I know which niggas is True to us
I spy niggas doing shit now
That used to be kool to us
Bitch I can't
Bitch I can't
Fuck with these lames
Not the same
Naw
Yall be get desert thirsty for the fame
She taking sips
Blinded to that bih she tryna slide up off the rip
All it took her was a glimpse you out your league it's hit and miss
Just let me know
Gotta let me know
Yea yea
You tryna roll
Let's run it up don't fold
Nah nah
No XO
Cant kiss and hug these hoes
Nah nah
Just let me know
You gotta let me know
You just lucky I don't wanna cuff it
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya
Nigga you swear
Aye you luccy i dont wanna cuff it
Ya
Ya
Ya
Ya ya
Ya
See envy in they eyes and that's why bih I can't

Written by:
ian woode, jarrius glapion, matthew wilson, mykel davis

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