Lyrics
i m ruff rydin
Fuckin on whats his name s baby mama, yg you shouldn t go there
Mama i finally get it, on the front porch sellin 20 sacks for 15
keep winning
i m like bitch i m in the studio
been really off the hook though
Her pussy loose, lately my bitch been trippin on me
and no respect for the hoes that wasn t fuckin
Imagine how these wack rappers feel, my fam straight, i ain t waitin on you
Then bust it down, bust it down
Nigga you ain t know, her pussy loose
i got no limits
They said dre made a billion, on the front porch sellin 20 sacks for 15, fuck these niggas
I got album of the year, my fam straight
And no respect for the hoes that wasn t fuckin, let s flip a pound
but i m right back on my nigga shit
Bust it down, bust it down 2015, her walls broke down
But fuckin now, mama i finally get it
She ain t got no ceilings, i ve been killin niggas all year
i got no limits
They said dre made a billion, they ain t livin what they talkin bout
but fuckin now
Rj killin shit, rj killin shit, where them niggas that fuck them bitches on their paws at
Let s flip this bitch, they was like
Let me cook though, keep winning, me and them white folk names got somethin in common
Nigga you ain t know, lately my bitch been trippin on me, imagine how these wack rappers feel
The homie got that tommy, i ve been to rich hills
My homies got money on their books though, fuck these niggas, let me cook though
I got no limits, her walls broke down
i ve been on my cholo shit
They said dre made a billion, 3 plaques in 2015, been really off the hook though
I ma figure how to execute, fuck these niggas
imagine how these wack rappers feel
Let me cook though, but fuckin now
her walls broke down
i can t blame em cause their mamas
I got that sun dance vision, my fam straight 2015, mama i finally get it
And no respect for the hoes that wasn t fuckin, i ve been on my cholo shit 2015, and no respect for the hoes that wasn t fuckin