Lor Tinka
Yall know wa**up
Dis da remix
[Hook]
Chasin n***as
Poppin b**hes
Roastin chickens
Yeah, you know thats our lifestyle
Think its the fame
Hop into my lane
Make it a game
We'll do that sh** right now
I hate b**hes
Phoney b**hes
Whinin sayin what they want
We gonna walk off laughin at her a**
Like hell nahh
Girl you wild
[Verse 1]
Young n***a get ready
We comin in heavy
I got my manz inna kitchen
He gonna get that sh** ready
He gotta whip up da mix
Dont wanna f** up his wrist
Mother actin lor funny
Im like thats what she gets
Man his mothers a cript
Leave that blood on his tip
If someone plays with her baby
Man that lady will trip
Ain't no way he will slip
Cuz he stay on his sh**
n***as post up on our block
Then we makin 'em skip
People like Tink how thats your block
Why you say thats you sh**
Thats where I played hot-cakes, hide-n-seek, and IT'S
Member when we saw that phone
Took his a** in that split
Face beat
Now he can't get a nice lookin pic
Left his a** right there like he had fell on his sh**
Hop scotch
I promise you that you'll get hopped in this b**h
I got my homeboys ready
They tryin ta hit
They like wa**up Lor sis
Juss give me that clip
[Hook]
Chasin n***as
Poppin b**hes
Roastin chickens
Yeah, you know thats our lifestyle
Think its the fame
Hop into my lane
Make it a game
We'll do that sh** right now
I hate b**hes
Phoney b**hes
Whinin sayin what they want
We gonna walk off laughin at her a**
Like hell nahh
Girl you wild
[Verse 2]
When he first turned 12 they told him watch the corner
Holla at Mook
Hit the corner store inna morning
Try ta post up on our BR
Member whos on it
Before it gets late
Cuz you can't come back when your gone
We throwin fists for Black
Nd poppin b**hes for Mom
When we think about Munch
We bust a bullet for Dom
We do this
Pop a n***a
Make it into a song
Ain't got no lists so Im provin you wrong
My brova said he made me
Cuz Im all about it
He'll shoot ya
That's that n***a that said whats the matter
Burned the block wit a 4-th
Had they a** sick
When you saw it You keept you mouth shut like it never happened
Sound like a missle
I made it crumble like powder
My brova got a 4-5th
Keep that gun on his hip
They'll run in ya whip
Dive off like its ours
They told me they got me
Cuz they know that Im bout it
[Hook]
Chasin n***as
Poppin b**hes
Roastin chickens
Yeah, you know thats our lifestyle
Think its the fame
Hop into my lane
Make it a game
We'll do that sh** right now
I hate b**hes
Phoney b**hes
Whinin sayin what they want
We gonna walk off laughin at her a**
Like hell nahh
Girl you wild