How Tf Songtext
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How Tf Songtext
Stay, stay, stay
Oh, wow, that one pump
Auntie walk up in the house like, "What the fuck, Traout?"
Real good, nigga, you can get with the son
The type of jewels I bust, they catch, they send you to the fed-fed
Still want me laid down, she tryna eat me like a bed bug
Late night getting it in, I might pillow talk with red drugs
I popped a three of the acorn, I almost busted up (fuck)
Catch him slipping at the light and leave his head slumped
LeBron ain′t even 21, but he on red rum (murder)
Keep that post up at the mansion 'til my bread come (cheese)
All them roaches in the house just make my head shrunk
Yeah, zero to a hundred, hundred to 250 (pew)
You ain′t get no money, trap smell like I just went fishing (ugh)
Auntie walk up in the house like, "What the fuck you cooking?" (She tripping)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Ho)
Why you mad I swung the door up off the hinge? (Huh?)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Bitch)
Me and cuz up on that block, ain′t have opinions (we don′t nothing)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Why you mad?)
My cup in hand, you can tell ′cause my eyes low (in hand)
My foot on land, you can tell 'cause my pockets swole (on land)
My block hot, you can tell ′cause my hos cold (hot)
Get money, put bitches on drugs, boy, that's all we know (all we know)
I was chilling for a minute, but they done turned me up (turned me up)
Lil′ bro just fucked a stripper bitch for like 200 bucks
I just took the Glock-19 with me in the club
Nigga fucking play with me, I'll probably burn him up
I'm on GCs and Addies, I don′t go to sleep (yeet)
Youngin′ rocking like a TEC, and he sell quarters each
I mean a quarter zip
When that money looking funny, I gotta take a trip (take a trip)
California for the bowl, come back making flip (I come back jugged)
Broke the scale, overload, too much work in here (ugh)
I got a sack in my Amiris, these fit come from Phil (from Phil)
G-Lock fresh up out the box, came with an extra clip
I took a zip up out his back, don't know where extras is (I don′t)
I drop a deuce up in the fountain, let her take a sip (Traout)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Why?)
Why you mad I swung the door up off the hinge? (Why?)
Why you mad I′m selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Why?)
Me and 'cause up on that block, ain′t have opinions (we don't nothing)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Fuck)
How the fuck you mad when you selling pussy?
Oh, wow, that one pump
Auntie walk up in the house like, "What the fuck, Traout?"
Real good, nigga, you can get with the son
The type of jewels I bust, they catch, they send you to the fed-fed
Still want me laid down, she tryna eat me like a bed bug
Late night getting it in, I might pillow talk with red drugs
I popped a three of the acorn, I almost busted up (fuck)
Catch him slipping at the light and leave his head slumped
LeBron ain′t even 21, but he on red rum (murder)
Keep that post up at the mansion 'til my bread come (cheese)
All them roaches in the house just make my head shrunk
Yeah, zero to a hundred, hundred to 250 (pew)
You ain′t get no money, trap smell like I just went fishing (ugh)
Auntie walk up in the house like, "What the fuck you cooking?" (She tripping)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Ho)
Why you mad I swung the door up off the hinge? (Huh?)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Bitch)
Me and cuz up on that block, ain′t have opinions (we don′t nothing)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Why you mad?)
My cup in hand, you can tell ′cause my eyes low (in hand)
My foot on land, you can tell 'cause my pockets swole (on land)
My block hot, you can tell ′cause my hos cold (hot)
Get money, put bitches on drugs, boy, that's all we know (all we know)
I was chilling for a minute, but they done turned me up (turned me up)
Lil′ bro just fucked a stripper bitch for like 200 bucks
I just took the Glock-19 with me in the club
Nigga fucking play with me, I'll probably burn him up
I'm on GCs and Addies, I don′t go to sleep (yeet)
Youngin′ rocking like a TEC, and he sell quarters each
I mean a quarter zip
When that money looking funny, I gotta take a trip (take a trip)
California for the bowl, come back making flip (I come back jugged)
Broke the scale, overload, too much work in here (ugh)
I got a sack in my Amiris, these fit come from Phil (from Phil)
G-Lock fresh up out the box, came with an extra clip
I took a zip up out his back, don't know where extras is (I don′t)
I drop a deuce up in the fountain, let her take a sip (Traout)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Why?)
Why you mad I swung the door up off the hinge? (Why?)
Why you mad I′m selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Why?)
Me and 'cause up on that block, ain′t have opinions (we don't nothing)
Why you mad I'm selling dope when you be selling pussy? (Fuck)
How the fuck you mad when you selling pussy?
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