Song Length |
2:40 |
Genre |
Rap - Dirty South |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
-Verse 1-
Mixed got hair like Hercule
You can be my Chi Chi, bitch I'm Goku
Life of a player, you don't know what I go through
Hit it one day, next day I don't know you
I'm playing
I'm saying
Shorty got a coke frame
cocaine
Roll up the propane, take it to the brain
A pimp with no cane, but my game insane
I ain't never goin, I ain't never went
All that tough shit, is irrelevant
Don't pop lips
I don't pop clips
But I'll bring the apocalypse to this bitch
I be low key
Lil Smokey
Smokin trunch bowls of that chokie
You don't know me
I know I tend to be quiet
never get it twisted I will start a fucking
You can run up on me act silly if you want to
Tell me what you gone do
Not worried bout that glock that you front about poppin, dude
Ride up on my block and we stopping dude
Lil folks run up like who the fuck is you?
Come around my town looking comfortable
And they rushing you
Think it's honey, leave you looking like mustard juice
Talking dummy, then get scary?
Nah, fuck a truce
You ain't no killa
You ain't no thug
You ain't no G
(You ain't no G)
You ain't no killa
You ain't no thug
You ain't no G
(You ain't no G)
You ain't no killa
You ain't no thug
You ain't no G
(You ain't no G)
You ain't no killa
You ain't no thug
Stop tryin to be
(Stop tryin to be)