WORST WAY Songtext
von YSN Flow
WORST WAY Songtext
Black truck parked out front, bro driver, he got a gun, but he not a slider
The way I started to ball these lil′ nigga thought I was cheating and upping my sliders
I came all VVS these bitches blinders she just want followers sex designer
Flew to Paris to get me a coat, I don't want no fabric that come outta China
Ah! Who the fuck do I fear? Nigga God
All black pulling up just like the Mobb
I′m a boss, I can give you the job
How you gangster, but don't want to slide?
Make him check with .10 out the .9
She don't want me to pull out the pussy
She said, "Boy, put a legend inside"
If God real, can you tell Him come save me?
I got booked for the blick wanted safety
Can′t be mad ′cause she say that she hate me
I got bitches who still tryna rape me
Is a chill day, pull out the black truck
Is a chill day, pull out the black truck
Is a chill day, pull out the black truck
Is a chill day, pull out the black truck
I want money, I'm running these racks up
Wake up geeking, I′m pouring the act up
Cut the bitch off the roster, she act up
It ain't hard to go find me a backup
I put all of my bitches in Van Cleef
Wore a condom, still gave her a plan B
Option A never had me no plan B
I′m that nigga, her nigga can't stand me
Look, I ain′t give a fuck about her feelings
Now she think I'm so inconsiderate
Did some shit for the gang that I need speak on
They catch me I'm acting illiterate
I walked in with a whole bunch of chains
My pants sagging low with a Glock on some nigga shit
Like to get high as fuck, need to put a 35 in the blunt
I ain′t rolling no swisher bitch
Ah! Who the fuck do I fear? Nigga God
All black pulling up just like the Mobb
I′m a boss, I can give you the job
How you gangster, but don't want to slide?
Make him check with .10 out the .9
She don′t want me to pull out the pussy
She said, "Boy, put a legend inside"
The way I started to ball these lil′ nigga thought I was cheating and upping my sliders
I came all VVS these bitches blinders she just want followers sex designer
Flew to Paris to get me a coat, I don't want no fabric that come outta China
Ah! Who the fuck do I fear? Nigga God
All black pulling up just like the Mobb
I′m a boss, I can give you the job
How you gangster, but don't want to slide?
Make him check with .10 out the .9
She don't want me to pull out the pussy
She said, "Boy, put a legend inside"
If God real, can you tell Him come save me?
I got booked for the blick wanted safety
Can′t be mad ′cause she say that she hate me
I got bitches who still tryna rape me
Is a chill day, pull out the black truck
Is a chill day, pull out the black truck
Is a chill day, pull out the black truck
Is a chill day, pull out the black truck
I want money, I'm running these racks up
Wake up geeking, I′m pouring the act up
Cut the bitch off the roster, she act up
It ain't hard to go find me a backup
I put all of my bitches in Van Cleef
Wore a condom, still gave her a plan B
Option A never had me no plan B
I′m that nigga, her nigga can't stand me
Look, I ain′t give a fuck about her feelings
Now she think I'm so inconsiderate
Did some shit for the gang that I need speak on
They catch me I'm acting illiterate
I walked in with a whole bunch of chains
My pants sagging low with a Glock on some nigga shit
Like to get high as fuck, need to put a 35 in the blunt
I ain′t rolling no swisher bitch
Ah! Who the fuck do I fear? Nigga God
All black pulling up just like the Mobb
I′m a boss, I can give you the job
How you gangster, but don't want to slide?
Make him check with .10 out the .9
She don′t want me to pull out the pussy
She said, "Boy, put a legend inside"
Writer(s): Kamron Ford, Paul Van Duyn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

