Cheating on Wifey

Lyrics

[Chorus: MoStack] If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey? (Ah) I have to, these niggas don't like me I don't mind a likkle passa or a likkle drama Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want tah See I don't really speak, I just (Mmm, hmm, hmm) You ain't really street boy (Mmm, hmm, hmm) My gyal wanna get the (Mmm, hmm, hmm) Give her that look like (Mmmm-hmm) [Verse 1: Krept] (Gyal-gyal-gyal) Gyal want gifts, sorry not bank (Bank) One question, are you gonna off pant? Man's hot topic Adam, Ishmael, Ibrahim, sorry I'm just counting the profit Big long coat when I enter Wait (Wait), I think I'm the black Arsène Wenger Aim at your center, tell me where your friends are The ting went rrrah but the man can't rrremember Got a couple malis, that don't do ragar Got no sabr, big fucking hammer And they always ask me the same damn question Should I stab with dagger or shoot make splatter? Something dangerous in the night bag I came with a crazy looking white lad He looks kinda Irish, straped for a fivish And he's on joints Arthritis, ay Tell that gyal this is mink get your hand off Real like Ramos, Greece like Kavos Swap your flat from her jewels if I knock a couple grand off Big Stones in my hand got me feeling like Thanos Just a young nigga getting rich Money like Mitch, hussle like Nip Used to have a big stick in the crib, now I got a big crib in the sticks, ay [Chorus: MoStack] If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey? (Ah) I have to, these niggas don't like me I don't mind a likkle passa or a likkle drama Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want tah See I don't really speak, I just (Mmm, hmm, hmm) You ain't really street boy (Mmm, hmm, hmm) My gyal wanna get the (Mmm, hmm, hmm) Give her that look like (Mmmm-hmm) [Verse 2: Konan] Got something under the puffer Red devil but I came with a gunner Dior in the Spring, double Gs in the Summer Chanels on your feet all I see is a runner (Ooh) Akhi in a dinger tryna find opp (Scrr) That big banger have you tryna find God Came for the riches, taking your mrs Jay1 told you he's joking but I'm not Gold diggers looking for a pot of gold Ice on my neck, they don't know if I'm hot or cold (Freezin) They keep telling me that I'm a role model but I'm here telling models roll (Ay yo babes where you going?) Right back to the suite, if I sleep with my flicky does it mean I'm a cheat? (Am I a cheat?) I can't lie I fell in love with the beat but there's not future, she belongs to the street [Chorus: MoStack] If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey? (Ah) I have to, these niggas don't like me I don't mind a likkle passa or a likkle drama Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want tah See I don't really speak, I just (Mmm, hmm, hmm) You ain't really street boy (Mmm, hmm, hmm) My gyal wanna get the (Mmm, hmm, hmm) Give her that look like (Mmmm-hmm) If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey? (Ah) I have to, these niggas don't like me I don't mind a likkle passa or a likkle drama Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want tah See I don't really speak, I just (Mmm, hmm, hmm) You ain't really street boy (Mmm, hmm, hmm) My gyal wanna get the (Mmm, hmm, hmm) Give her that look like (Mmmm-hmm)