Lets Get on Dey Ass

Ever, whoo I'm finna get mean Turn up the circuits Turn up the— What? I'm tryna break me a back Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine I'm tryna pour me a eight Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime I'm tryna order a crate Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass Mmm, alright Deal me personally, nigga, I'm poppin' I'm makin' the calls, I'm pointin' the fingers, I'm gettin' 'em dropped Wеll, well Ball off to that judge with the rеd shells He pissy, can't get none to me He pussy, his bitch wanna do me I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies "Like, fuck it," I said, they come show me The stuff that I did, they owe me Mmm, mmm, mmm, mhm Fuckin' 'em up, skrrt on they ass I run up the millions and spend it on glass Fuck niggas that ain't got no paper, hm, hm They goin' to water, don't run out of money I'm payin' to hit with your hoe? Ayy, you trippin', buddy Haha (ha), haha (phew) Haha, haha, hm Throw money up in the eco (mmm) Shootin' that bitch like a free throw Maybach since I was a vito (what?) My brother, my twin, Cardo I still put the drugs in the cargo (yeah) They bills ain't more then my car note (shoo) These bitches is bible, barcode (yeah) Huh, run it on auto, yup The money the motto What? I'm tryna break me a back Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine I'm tryna pour me a eight Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime I'm tryna order a crate Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass Mmm, alright