You don’t wanna work ’cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my ni**as they slime but they slatt, they gon’ shoot if you give ’em a chance
I sent .. and I told her just give me some woods and some ..
.223 but it’s gon’ PTSD like I walked in this b***h with syringe
M-O-B, I never gave a f**k about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, high tech versuri-lyrics.info
M-O-B, I never gave a f**k about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)
[Verse]
Chrome heart jeans, them b*tches stunt on my leg
(Fye, fye, fye, fye) N***a, fill his whole motherfu*kin’ head with led
Flew the b***h in then I flew the b***h back, yeah, the b***h got to my head
B***h, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (Yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (Yeah)
He tried to reach for a .., he get shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah
.. diamonds my teeth, yeah
I’m in the trap and I’m whipping the dough up
I pour a four in my motherfu*kin’ soda
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna work ’cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my ni**as they slime but they slatt, they gon’ shoot if you give ’em a chance
I sent .. and I told her just give me some woods and some ..
.223 but it’s gon’ PTSD like I walked in this b***h with syringe
M-O-B, I never gave a f**k about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, high tech (B***h)
M-O-B, I never gave a f**k about a hooo