Tafia - Make a Way lyrics

Take your b***h, get to smackin’ She want some d**k, she want some action She want a boss, she want a captain You was just floss, you was just cappin’, ayy I really come from that s**t that you n***as rap about, yeah yeah Trapping out a foreign, s**t stank, gotta air it out, hold up, hold up F**k n***a, what you talkin’ ’bout, boy you know I don’t play, hold up, hold up Disrespectin’ get you hemmed up and get shot in the face, hold up, hold up V12 get to poppin’ somethin’ like I threw a grenade, hold up, hold up When a bunch of groupie n***as get together it’s a p***y parade, hold up, hold up Same old s**t ’round the way n***a go hard, n***a get paid And the Goyard, Gucci my face n***a been raw, sushi my plate, ayy They don’t even know how I get it, ayy They don’t even know how I spend it P***y a*s n***a seen me get a little money Now you wanna get close, wanna get friendly, ayy I was in that V8 charging, hemi Stash right there with a semi, ayy I was on the grind for a minute Whole pound bust down, you can hit me Groom loud for a while when I’m finished Been down on it while you was gettin’ it, ayy I ain’t never trip, took a trip to the plug Now the young n***a got the city litty, ayy I don’t need s**t from you Bossed up, I’m a Don, no Q Red beam ’cause I’m counting all blues Guillotine, I’ma start with your roof I stay to myself like I’m new, huh Ain’t really much I won’t do, huh You wanna come try it, I never be biased You doubting then you get it too, hold on, hold on Mask on, mask off It don’t matter ’cause these n***as mad soft Tomato bottle, mad sauce Got ’em mad, now they throwin’ bath salts Flyest n***a ever, born with no propellers Just some Margielas and cheddar, got ’em with the extras Tell him it’s whatever, thirty shots or better Chopper go blocka, knock your whole head off, it’s my pleasure I do not play with nobody, who realer than me? nobody Keith Sweat on the body, but then I forgot she a thotty Water drippin’ like a faucet, goin’ hard not an option Remember I was broke as a f**k I done came up, now they want to f**k Tight your frame up, them drillers with us Bring my name up, I hit you with slugs Hold the lanes up, them foreigns with us Can you blame us? we came up from nothin’, yeah I like to see all my n***as eat, flippin’ chickens like rotisserie Bustin’ pounds like I’m straight away, I need four out the gate, woo Went from a half to a plate, never got fronted, I paid I was just plottin’ on plays n***as was hatin’ to hate, I was unfoldin’ them K’s Akin’ five racks in a day, makin’ a stack every day Everyone makin’ a way Jamie gon’ make him a way, Teefair gon’ make him a way, yeah yeah Steezy gon’ make him a way, Randy gon’ make him a way, hold on, hold on Bambino gon’ make him a way, D-Lo gon’ make him a way, hold on, hold on New York gon’ make him a way, run it up like it’s a race, I put them crackers on chase I ain’t goin’ back behind them gates Welcome home Meek and Gates Mask on, mask off It don’t matter ’cause these n***as mad soft Tomato bottle, mad sauce Got ’em mad, now they throwin’ bath saltsss.