Erica Banks - On They Neck lyrics

b*tch please OG Parker Hard when I step, know i’m steppin’ where they neck go Flyin’ private, yeah, i’m everywhere the check go (Gone) The only reason haters talk is ‘cause we let those But she keep talkin’ crazy ima co*k it back and let go She get smoked out (Gone) She get smoked out (b*tch) She get smoked out (Huh) Bring the dope out (On god) She get smoked out (Yeah) She get smoked out (Huh) If she ain’t know it then, b*tch you know it now (On god) Dripped out like hot sauce Playin’, she can get pound on Wild b*tches with the top off 9, 10, we’ll get you knocked off Old hoes getting dropped off They don’t even meet the standards (Pussy) New hoes getting tooked off They don’t even see the camera (Huh) Hatin’ on me, but they ni**a not I got a rollie now, i got a bigger box Runnin’ to me, got the bigger clock And ima bust it, then i got the bigger knots Wonderin’ if i should hit or not fu*k your friend, i want the bigger thot Balenci bag when I switch it out ‘cause i’ma spend it all and ima rent it out Hard when I step, know i’m steppin’ where they neck go Flyin’ private, yeah, i’m everywhere the check go (Gone) The only reason haters talk is ‘cause we let those But she keep talkin’ crazy ima co*k it back and let go She get smoked out (Gone) She get smoked out (b*tch) She get smoked out (Huh) Bring the dope out (On god) She get smoked out (Yeah) She get smoked out (Huh) If she ain’t know it then, b*tch you know it now (On god) Rockin’, i’m rollin’, don’t do no patroling I’m high off the blunt in the room I got the sh*t with the ice and “hoe, it’s fu*k the price” In this hoe ima stunt in this room I need designer, turn up that Rihanna I bought at the store and it comes with the shoes All of these b*tches be all up in my business They takin’ the sauce and they ruin the tune Ride L, vibe L, put them hoes in time out Hoe, don’t let me find out All your ni**as mine now Draped out and dripped up ni**a come and put your b*tch up ni**a, you gon’ get your b*tch fu*ked Know i probably keep the sh*t tucked I just went and spend 20 thousand on stilletos Ridin’ round the city, Nina with me in a Lambo Inside peanuts bu*ter, outside yellow Been had all the drip, i’m not your b*tch, i’ll put that sh*t on Hard when I step, know i’m steppin’ where they neck go Flyin’ private, yeah, i’m everywhere the check go (Gone) The only reason haters talk is ‘cause we let those But she keep talkin’ crazy ima co*k it back and let go She get smoked out (Gone) She get smoked out (b*tch) She get smoked out (Huh) Bring the dope out (On God) She get smoked out (Yeah) She get smoked out (Huh) If she ain’t know it then, b*tch you know it now (God)