Lyrics
Big drip bring the scammers out Gorilla squad, big clips bring bananas out
Ain't never had a bitch in my business so what you hearin' bout
Know that she ain't like me, she a fan, she be cheerin' now
A hood baby make em grrra ta ta ta we in the ghetto, one call make em pop out right now
I only said it cause I mean it, or I wouldn't
Say a word
He chase that crowd for the bread, he a bird
Look, I don't like you and I never will you racin' after dick
I'm speed walkin to a mill If you was feelin' hot like you bout it
I bet I give you chills If you was talkin' stiff from your couch
We pop up where you live look, and I'm just walkin' fast and
They still can't keep up I be on they neck from the feet up
I'm fuckin' on a crip, he throwin' dick with his C up
He say this ass fat, but I'm still in the B cup
Damn, she on the sidelines, she hate the way we big vibin
Pop up with my baby, all that motherfuckin' dick ridin'
Ten toes down in they face, I am not hidin' ten steps back, give me space before I get violent
Bad bitch, pop pussy like a pistol
Bad bitch, pop pussy like a pimple
Real nigga, pin me down, eat the pussy til it tickle
Real nigga know the price, won't trade his
Dime for a nickel, uh-uh
Big drip, bring the scammers out Gorilla squad, big clips , bring bananas out
Ain't never had a bitch in my business, so what you hearin' bout
Know that she ain't like me, she a fan, she be cheerin' out
A hood, baby, make him grrra-ta-ta-ta
We in the ghetto, one call, make him pop out right now
I only said it cause I mean it, or I wouldn't
Say a word he chase that crowd for the bread, he a bird
Mykeah Pickett
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