List Songtext
von SOB X RBE
List Songtext
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, ay, ay
She only want a nigga ′cause I'm on (′cause I'm on)
I've been clutchin′ on this plastic, on this chrome (on this chrome)
Only take one call to get him goin′
Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own (on my own)
No, it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a Glizzy on my hip, hold 50 in its clip (50 in its clip)
S550, 550 on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list (rearrange that list)
Ay, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit (never have shit)
Young nigga never had shit
Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch
Cooks in the whip, yeah, that′s tack in the whip
Nieman's in the summer, that′s a bag on my bitch
Twitter talkin' on the net, nigga, we gon′ miss that
Y'all don't want a nigga, I′ll pull up where yo′ crib at
You the type of nigga that'll beg to get your bitch back
So you the type of nigga that′ll pay to get your shit back
Cooks in the whip, back to back, I be cloudy
Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy
Loaf after loaf, O-M-G, I be countin′
Good D make her smile, back with you, now she frownin'
No, it ain′t shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a Glizzy on my hip, hold 50 in its clip
S550, 550 on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Ay, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit (gah, gah)
Bitch, we're dipped up the neck (to the neck)
50 in that clip, 50 shots out that TEC (boom, boom)
Used to hop on the bus, now I hop on the jet (G5)
Switchin' states for that check, young nigga from the Crest
30 bands on my wrist, 30 slugs in this clip
Never pay for the pussy, I′m a P, not a trick (never)
Bought the whole fuckin′ mall, had to take two trips (two trips)
Out the pole on a opp, left 'em froze like a glitch
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Tats on my face, big Glock on my waist (big .40)
Bands saved for the lawyer if I ever catch a case (nigga)
Benz coupé 4matic, every time I lane change (skrrt, skrrt)
Get the check, fuck fame, SOB, gang-gang (bitch)
No, it ain′t shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a Glizzy on my hip, hold 50 in its clip
S550, 550 on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Ay, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit
(Have shit, have shit, have shit, have shit...)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, ay, ay
She only want a nigga ′cause I'm on (′cause I'm on)
I've been clutchin′ on this plastic, on this chrome (on this chrome)
Only take one call to get him goin′
Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own (on my own)
No, it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a Glizzy on my hip, hold 50 in its clip (50 in its clip)
S550, 550 on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list (rearrange that list)
Ay, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit (never have shit)
Young nigga never had shit
Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch
Cooks in the whip, yeah, that′s tack in the whip
Nieman's in the summer, that′s a bag on my bitch
Twitter talkin' on the net, nigga, we gon′ miss that
Y'all don't want a nigga, I′ll pull up where yo′ crib at
You the type of nigga that'll beg to get your bitch back
So you the type of nigga that′ll pay to get your shit back
Cooks in the whip, back to back, I be cloudy
Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy
Loaf after loaf, O-M-G, I be countin′
Good D make her smile, back with you, now she frownin'
No, it ain′t shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a Glizzy on my hip, hold 50 in its clip
S550, 550 on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Ay, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit (gah, gah)
Bitch, we're dipped up the neck (to the neck)
50 in that clip, 50 shots out that TEC (boom, boom)
Used to hop on the bus, now I hop on the jet (G5)
Switchin' states for that check, young nigga from the Crest
30 bands on my wrist, 30 slugs in this clip
Never pay for the pussy, I′m a P, not a trick (never)
Bought the whole fuckin′ mall, had to take two trips (two trips)
Out the pole on a opp, left 'em froze like a glitch
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Tats on my face, big Glock on my waist (big .40)
Bands saved for the lawyer if I ever catch a case (nigga)
Benz coupé 4matic, every time I lane change (skrrt, skrrt)
Get the check, fuck fame, SOB, gang-gang (bitch)
No, it ain′t shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a Glizzy on my hip, hold 50 in its clip
S550, 550 on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Ay, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit
(Have shit, have shit, have shit, have shit...)
Writer(s): Ras Kassa Alexander, Sirach Tendai Charles, Krishane Murray, Akelle Shemei Charles, Ras Haile Emmanuel Yakine Alexander, Louis Rae Beadle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
