​to my side

Lyrics

[Intro] (shut the fuck up!) Aye, yuh, yuh, yuh Gimme yo shit like ta da da Gimme yo shit like ta da da Fah fah fah Yea, like ta da da Pew, hey! [Hook] Keep me a bad bitch on my side I got sticks go fah fah fah Oh he want (?) boy pay your fine Oh you getting money boy stop that lie Yea, I keep me a bad bitch to my side Now I will not change, why would I lie? I fuck her and go, you see how she cry And your money disappear like ta da da [Verse] Blood on his shirt, uh, hah, Its a disaster Yea, bitch im off this perc, like what the hell i'm finna do after? That bad bitch I won't cuff her Yea he broke man watch him suffer My gun gone eat ain't talking no supper Chase that bitch you a sucker, tell that boy good luck, yuh Yea, most of these *****'s be clutching the (?) Ha, fah fah, lil bitch finna score Hate my ex, don't bring up that hoe Finna wake up that's a new bag that I blow Need that pack bro say no more Fast ass coupe man go go go Bag on his head let me know know know I need drank, finna score score score Stop callin my phone on the road road road Tell him stop flexin that lil stick, cause he know he ain't finna blow blow blow Yea, climb my way to the top, all that cap bro you gotta stop Flexing that gun but we know thats a prop Come to the function they runnin a lap Oh thats yo bitch finna top? Say that I love you man psh (no cap!) Say I love you like psh, Hah Say I love you like bro thats cap They playing this song, Im taking her heart Nut in that bitch, okay thats a wrap Call up lil James, that boy finna snap ****** be broke so I see why they sad Yea, get that boy off that map Stop tryna flex up on the gram hope it help She say that i'm going to hell, hah tell that lil bitch "oh well" You mean its that pack whats that smell ****** be fake, oh yea I can tell Pack just came in the mail Don't gotta (?) that don't gotta well [Outro] Yea Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god (Mumbling)