Tattoo

Lyrics

[Intro: Jody Fontaine] Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Whew Shit, Shit [Verse 1: Jody Fontaine] Watch it, bitch Watch your fuckin' mouth When you talkin' to me Honestly, imma spaz out You not rockin' with me Wait a minute What's this all about? Niggas jockin' swag Hold up nigga Let me call it out Bitch I, bitch I, bitch I- Been that nigga You just findin' out That's yo fault Now pay attention bitch Cause once I slide it out We won't talk I'm not the Dentist bitch But open up your mouth Drop your drawers Imma sit down You gon' pick it up Watch it fall What the business is? 24/7 I'm shootin' this shit off the hip I get on the beat and I trip Like I don't know limits my nigga I only know hits Bitch I am as hard as it get Talk to me nice if you talkin' or you will get - I'll do you like Will did Chris I'll hit you dead in your shit You speak on my bitch My niggas is doublin' up Cajh shit, cajh shit Who really fuckin' with us Pockets is stuffed But it is never enough I'm goin' 101 I need me a ton The way I'm acquiring funds I might have to go get a gun I feel like Big Pun Thought you was a killеr I know I'm a killer cause I get it donе [Chorus: Jody Fontaine] Bitch I'm on that Hot shit, that fucking hot shit, I make it hot This that hot shit And when it drop bitch This shit gon' pop Okay throw it back If you 'bout your mother fuckin' dollars Throw your hands up If you 'bout them mother fuckin' commas This that hot shit, that fucking hot shit, I make it hot This that hot shit And when it drop bitch This shit gon' pop Okay throw it back If you 'bout your mother fuckin' dollars Throw your hands up If you 'bout them mother fuckin' commas Nigga [Verse 2: Baby Boy] This a time crunch The weight on my wrist like I just bought a brand new Philippe What you scared for We killin' the labels they give you a quarter a week It's not no problem My niggas is violent So come press the issue with me We sendin' bombs up So I think the best course of action for yours to retreat (1,2,3,4) Remember subway surfin then we skate to dollar tree We spent our last on beef patties and CBD Remember sellin' drugs to the white boys across the street It seems like those days behind us it's R.I.P I can't tell you nothin' 'bout the faces that I seen They wipe my slate and erased it like M.I.B The police put you under and they tell you c'est la vie You do the same and they go on a killing spree