[Intro]
Wave Mechanics
F-f-f-Fred On Em
Damn, Larro G
I had to hand to hand with the scale
R-r-r-r-r-Riffic
[Chorus]
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna send me to hell
I got my bitch in a all white Chanel
Fifty piece, and I had it for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna sеnd me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanеl
Fifty piece, and I had it for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well
[Verse 1]
I got my bitch in the red bottoms (Sexy)
I been trappin' hella hard for dollars
I been through it, I know God, he got 'em (Yeah)
You a hater, it ain't hard to spot 'em
Grab my shooter, he gon' fuck around and drop ya
Paid the ticket like a motherfucking mobster
Pull up in phantom, no opera (Skrrt)
Broke your bitch for a bag of [?]
I know she need the new sponsor
She want a boss, so can't nothing stop her
Took that 'lil bitch out for shrimp and pasta
She fuck with me, 'cause she know he imposter
I let her eat, she workin' for lobster
Addy Daddy, I'm a motherfucking Rasta
I'm on the block with a four and a Shasta
I got lean, I don't need me a doctor
Thumb through the bag is just what I taught 'em
And another bitch, 'cause I need a foster
Speed racing in an Aston Martin
Hood nigga fuck a bitch on the carpet
I was trapping way before I had started
I was juggin' hella plays with Marcus
Call the bag, a young had lost it
Niggas chase a young nigga, we flossin'
[Chorus]
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna send me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a [?] for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna send me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a [?] for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well
[Verse 2]
Blue cheese, on me (Cheese)
In the club, almost popped my collar (Facts)
I'm a dog, I'm a Rottweiler (Ruff, ruff, ruff)
Ten bitches, young nigga I got 'em (Yeah)
FaceTime with your bitch in a Prada
Tell the truth, it wasn't hard to spot her
I got that ass when we went to Salada
Later then, she was callin' me papa (Yeah)
Play a game, then nigga, I'll pop ya (Uh)
Flip the ball, by the way, I got options (Uh)
Soda water with the lean, I'll pop 'em
[?], yeah nigga, I got 'em
Gucci flops, so I'm fuckin' your model (Gucci)
I go and get all the packs in
Wonder why all the racks in (Yeah)
I need my front and my backend (Yeah)
Young nigga keep a nine on him (Yeah)
You know I'm never really lackin' (Uh)
Lame nigga steady tactics (Uh)
I got your bitch, and she an actress (Let's go)
She'll do anything
I'll make her do a backflip
I pull up on you, black mask shit (Skrrt)
I fuck shit up, so nasty (Doot, doot, doot)
[Chorus]
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna send me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a [?] for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my dirt 'til I get me a deal
Now these niggas wanna see me in jail
Now these niggas wanna send me to hell
I got my bitch in all white Chanel
Fifty piece, in a [?] for sale
Maxed out on my clientele
I hate the game, but it pay me well
