Songtext
(Dino, what's oppin'?)
Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, she don't fuck with you 'cause, brody, you ain't go no motion
Everywhere I go you know I 'cause commotion
I'm like
Fuck your co-sign I don't need no promotion
Uh, blew up by myself while niggas got promoted
I got
Three bitches with me ain't no hocus pocus
'Cause I put my trust into a bitch and then she went and broke it
Now I'm focused on the bigger picture and, no, I'm not jokin'
RALAN STYLES hottest by a mile, act like I don't know it
Uh, look at my, look at my wrist
The diamonds on me they gon' dance my nigga
Uh, I cannot focus on bitches
I gotta focus on bands my nigga
Uh, I got the Glock in my hand
You run up I aim at your mans my nigga
Uh, how do you hate me
But watch me you was a fan my nigga
She said her body count like ten
Multiple that shit by ten
I can never trust again
Yeah, watch up on me like I'm Ben
And this shit cost me 'bout ten
I can never play pretend
Shorty give me brain she goin mental
Cuban on my neck it's feeling like a 'sicle
Why you rattin' why you snitchin' Stuart Little
Why you flexin' in a car but it's a rental
Uh, she don't fuck with you 'cause, brody, you ain't go no motion
Everywhere I go you know I 'cause commotion
I'm like
Fuck your co-sign I don't need no promotion
Uh, blew up by myself while niggas got promoted
I got
Three bitches with me ain't no hocus pocus
'Cause I put my trust into a bitch and then she went and broke it
Now I'm focused on the bigger picture and, no, I'm not jokin'
RALAN STYLES hottest by a mile, act like I don't know it, uh
Dimario Leung, Michael Robinson
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