Lyrics
Da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da
Nigga, get off my dick, then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch, I come in to chit chat
I been on hunt for chips, I would just chill, I miss that
Brody done lost his bitch, nigga come get your lick back
Nigga, get off my dick, then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch, I ain't come in to chit chat
I been on hunt for chips, I would just chill, I miss that
Brody done lost his bitch, nigga, come get your lick back
Nigga, come get your lick back, I'm where the chips at
Zelle in the cut where the zip at, throw the sack, I'ma split that
Boy, you a ho, better fix that, rockin' Vans, had 'em mismatch
Knew that I wasn't gon' switch back, now I can't even sit back
I'ma turn up the degree (hey), then blow like I'm walking with heat
Said he ain't see no motion, ain't talking to me, Niggas imposter to me
Know they standing him up, bruh, he not on his feet (bitch)
I been too sharp, I can see, I been cranking the raps
I been cranking the beats, so that hundred percent come to me, like
Nigga, get off my dick (what?), then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch, I come in to chit chat
I been on hunt for chips, I would just chill, I miss that
Brody done lost his bitch, nigga come get your lick back
Nigga, get off my dick, then get out my gift bag
Niggas be hoes and switch, I ain't come in to chit chat
I been on hunt for chips, I would just chill, I miss that
Brody done lost his bitch, nigga, come get your lick, lick
Nigga get off my dick, nigga get off my dick
Nigga get off my dick, then get out my gift bag
Nigga get off my dick, then get out my gift
Don't give a fuck 'bout no risk, ain't tryn' slip back
Don't got no cuts, shit mad crisp where my wrist at
I'm in a rush, can't be sick, I won't get back
'Cause I'ma touch all my dreams, not no kickback
So get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag (Bitch)
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag (Bitch)
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag
Bitch, get the fuck off my dick, out my gift bag
Yeah
Da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da
(Bitch)
Marcus Morton, Willie Scott
Songtrust Ave