[Intro: Vicky Dior]
I was talking to you bitch
Who else am I talking to
You the only one that I'm directing this shit to
This bitch always be on the fucking phone
Get off the fucking phone we trying to record
Damn
[Opener]
Niggas don't flow like this
Niggas don't roll like this
Niggas can't go like this
Niggas can't roll like this
Niggas can't
Wait
Niggas can't go like this
Niggas can't go flow
They roll like this
Niggas can't woah like this
Aye Aye Aye
[Verse 1: Tre Casanova]
Niggas ain't really that cool
Baby get you wet as a pool
Baby make you drool
Baby make swoon and sigh
Baby I stay high
I stay touching the sky
Skywalker like I'm Luke
This is not a fluke
Baby girl I wanna see you juke
Why I feel like like Luke
But that the uncle
I'm not your brother or your cousin
Baby I'm McLovin'
I need the liquor
I be that nigga
I roll a swisha
Like it is nothin
Nigga im bluntin
Niggas is stuntin
Nigga it's
[Verse 2: Vicky Dior]
Bitches can't flow like me
Bitch can't go like me
Bitches can't roll like me
Bitches is hoes not me
Iont do shit for the free
Bitch I need a fee
Bitch I need all that skrilla
Bitch I need all that cash
Bitch I need money
Bitch I need that guap
Bitch nigga I'm gone pass
[Verse 3: chrisfrmkro]
Niggas is faking ain't really bout nun
It's my charisma, I really ain't stuntin
Talk about millions, as big as im puffin
Tre Casanova just tossed it like Curry
Im finna pull that shit right out the dirty
Aye
Put double C's on her purse
When I be rolling I turned to a flirt
When I talk business I turn to a boss
Like girl where you from
Baby what you about
I hail from the Lou
And we with some hell raisers
We run up the funds like we run a fundraiser
I feel like I'm Riley, I'm coming woodcrest
Bitch 'til I get me a mill I ain't good yet
Aye
Still Chris ain't a damn thing changed
Little change blew it on a couple chains
In a drought bet that phone gone rang
Aye, right
Still Chris ain't a damn thing changed
Little change blew it on a couple chains
In a drought bet that phone gone rang
Aye
[Verse 4: Tre Casanova]
If Chris is Riley I' Huey
Yeah
Pro black don't do me
Yeah
Black gun in my hoodie
Yeah
Black gun I'm hood g
Wait
Actually I'm from the county
Wait
Maybe I'm from the bounty
Wait
Cook good like a brownie
Wait
MJ when I fade away
Nigga I stay faded
Jay Z the way I chop this shit
New York state of mind
And I ain't never been little bitch
Neva been a bitch
Ballin like I'm fucking rich
Balling like I'm fucking guapin
Nigga ain't no fucking stoppin
Is you coppin
I got it little bitch
Yeah I got hit that lick
Gotta hit this flick
Niggas got a problem with this
Gone head take that pic
Yeah take that pic
I was talking to you bitch
Who else am I talking to
You the only one that I'm directing this shit to
This bitch always be on the fucking phone
Get off the fucking phone we trying to record
Damn
[Opener]
Niggas don't flow like this
Niggas don't roll like this
Niggas can't go like this
Niggas can't roll like this
Niggas can't
Wait
Niggas can't go like this
Niggas can't go flow
They roll like this
Niggas can't woah like this
Aye Aye Aye
[Verse 1: Tre Casanova]
Niggas ain't really that cool
Baby get you wet as a pool
Baby make you drool
Baby make swoon and sigh
Baby I stay high
I stay touching the sky
Skywalker like I'm Luke
This is not a fluke
Baby girl I wanna see you juke
Why I feel like like Luke
But that the uncle
I'm not your brother or your cousin
Baby I'm McLovin'
I need the liquor
I be that nigga
I roll a swisha
Like it is nothin
Nigga im bluntin
Niggas is stuntin
Nigga it's
[Verse 2: Vicky Dior]
Bitches can't flow like me
Bitch can't go like me
Bitches can't roll like me
Bitches is hoes not me
Iont do shit for the free
Bitch I need a fee
Bitch I need all that skrilla
Bitch I need all that cash
Bitch I need money
Bitch I need that guap
Bitch nigga I'm gone pass
[Verse 3: chrisfrmkro]
Niggas is faking ain't really bout nun
It's my charisma, I really ain't stuntin
Talk about millions, as big as im puffin
Tre Casanova just tossed it like Curry
Im finna pull that shit right out the dirty
Aye
Put double C's on her purse
When I be rolling I turned to a flirt
When I talk business I turn to a boss
Like girl where you from
Baby what you about
I hail from the Lou
And we with some hell raisers
We run up the funds like we run a fundraiser
I feel like I'm Riley, I'm coming woodcrest
Bitch 'til I get me a mill I ain't good yet
Aye
Still Chris ain't a damn thing changed
Little change blew it on a couple chains
In a drought bet that phone gone rang
Aye, right
Still Chris ain't a damn thing changed
Little change blew it on a couple chains
In a drought bet that phone gone rang
Aye
[Verse 4: Tre Casanova]
If Chris is Riley I' Huey
Yeah
Pro black don't do me
Yeah
Black gun in my hoodie
Yeah
Black gun I'm hood g
Wait
Actually I'm from the county
Wait
Maybe I'm from the bounty
Wait
Cook good like a brownie
Wait
MJ when I fade away
Nigga I stay faded
Jay Z the way I chop this shit
New York state of mind
And I ain't never been little bitch
Neva been a bitch
Ballin like I'm fucking rich
Balling like I'm fucking guapin
Nigga ain't no fucking stoppin
Is you coppin
I got it little bitch
Yeah I got hit that lick
Gotta hit this flick
Niggas got a problem with this
Gone head take that pic
Yeah take that pic
( Tre Casanova )
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