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[Verse: Trinidad James]
Issues happen just like every day
Bitches want a bigger pay
Never been a tricking type of nigga so baby girl you gone have to wait
Baby girl you going to have to wait [x2]
Wait to get your hair did
Wait to get you them titties done
Buy the bitch a brand new car
Grateful bitch want another one
I, not the nigga bitch watch how you talk to me
I’m not the nigga
If we not fucking or texting please do not bother me
My hair to long to go for that
My dick to good to go for that
They made me ask a bitch to ask a bitch who the fuck you barking at (Woof!)
All my bitches forking at
Pussy Snatcher biting back
She is known to get you for your cash
Then she get you for your cash
Trinidad a wicked man
Wikipedia next to dad
In the dictionary next to PIMP!
Encyclopedia by God!
Get that nigga out your momma crib
Go in stiffing your momma’s ribs
Giving Giving her the Boom Boom right in front of all your momma kids
She give Back to me Boom Boom Boomshakalaka on a nigga dick
Rollie screaming out how you doing
Pinky ring screaming Hallelujah
Yeezy cost a couple thousand couldn’t fit em but a nigga just had to do it
Who the fuck you think I am [x2]
A scary nigga, scary nigga
Where the fuck you think I’m from
T&T to ATL
I got the key to give em hell
Its the deacon church ring the bells
Bring my Lucci wish me well
Hope you make it, hope you fail
Hope you need em, Hope you beg
Hope you never go Wayyy up! on a nigga
Hope a nigga get Sprayyed up or they get em
Cause all these niggas snitching mane
And all the bitches too
And all these lame niggas cool now
Cause the tax scam came through
And all these bitches popping now
Cause they ass shots got em cute
I ain’t sucking with none of you niggas
I ain’t dealing with none of you bitches
Stop expecting shit, respect my shit
Disrespect my shit, I split your shit
Go to jail pay the bail
Get back out a realer nigga
And an OG tricked with Louis Gloves
Dabbing at your hoe
On my move in the living room, baby daddy at the door
Bust a nut out the back door he ain’t even know it
Your baby momma is a porn star nigga we ain’t even show it
(Dad! Dad!)
Your baby momma is a porn star nigga we ain’t even show it
(Damn! Dad!)
[Hook]
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Park the the whip, park it
Start the whip, start it
Pop the shit, pop it
Fuck on your bitch
She lovin’ the clique, I play with the clit (play with it)
She pick up the bag, I make her go to work, and pay her in dick
My cars are tint (tinted)
Put the stars in vics
No flaws, cars fit in my garage, about to ménage a bitch
I got her number, got head from her, never gon call the bitch
Double R ghost with the stars in the ceiling, foot out the window with the wrist, fuck em up
No need to talk, they know what the deal is
Don’t fuck with the kid
I pull up and shoot at your wig and your kids
You fuck with the pigs
Niggas know who, niggas know you
You told them who, bringing the crew
Boom Boom
Kick down your door bo-boom
[Hook]
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Park the Bentley on the curb
Diamonds came out the earth
Her pussy water when I’m kickin’
Her pussy water wanna surf
Auntie got a pack of percs
Put a nigga on a shirt
He pulled up, and he hopped out
But I had to shoot the nigga first
Took a bitch from the bottom
Name a pack, I done bought em
I met the plug at Ramada
Put the packs in the columns
Mac and cheese no collards
Big mac, no whopper
Macintosh no Apple
Mac 11 for the hackers
[Verse 3: Offset]
Hop out the robotic, this how I go bout it
Migos pulled up with Dracos I don’t low ride em
Yeah he a man but the stick bout to hole wide em
Stick to the code, who got shot, I don’t know bout it
Who, huh we sellin’ bombs, Saddam
I smell more millions to come
We spend a hundred for fun
[Hook]
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Pull Up, hop out, shut up
Talkin’ cheap, boy get yo bread up