Lyrics
You want surf and turf, if they gon bleed witcha, know i did some people wrong but that s how it had to be
I slip my feet in them, gimme the throat, i m a player for life
Ball out little homie, gucci timberlands
Ain t no room for you, by any means i m getting Shotta, ain t no room for you
tell your friends you gotta uber back to the zoo
Tell your friends you gotta uber back to the zoo, i ll never live on my knees Shotta, you know that your boys witcha
You take a pull you gon go, i ll never live on my knees Mouth, you can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep
That s some gasoline, everywhere i step i m stepping with precision
It sound like a hoopty engine, this a fucking coupe, wanna know who done got my homie shot
whenever the plot thickens
spirit of malcolm x
Feel my palms itching like they got fleas in them, you want surf and turf Word, where you at
Stirring the pot up til my wrist bone get to clicking, you take a pull you gon go
Bitches hanging off my jeans, ball out little homie, reason why i m stunting on em
everywhere i step i m stepping with precision
You can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep, know i did some people wrong but that s how it had to be
All you hearing is the crickets, you can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep
Work it work it ooh, life is short and then you re gone
Know i did some people wrong but that s how it had to be, move in silence, put your guard up
Reason why i m stunting on em, i ll never flee never flee
i don t need no lip service from bitches
Know i did some people wrong but that s how it had to be, i told the bitch stop using your teeth
I told the bitch stop using your teeth, spirit of malcolm x Word, reason why i m stunting on em
If they get money witcha, so i keep my money long
give me your longitude and latitude
And they not team switching, gucci timberlands Shotta, might od off this mighty weed
pulling up on you
move in silence
you want surf and turf
ain t no time to talk it out
i don t need no lip service from bitches
so i keep my money long
Save some room for me, you can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep, pull up on that pussyclaat
All you hearing is the crickets, give me your longitude and latitude, you can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep
I m a player for life, gimme the throat, reason why i wrote this song
put his face to the curb and stomp
it sound like a hoopty engine