Lyrics

[Intro: Toohda Band$] (David Wesson) (Funk or die) Fuck goin' on [Chorus: Toohda Band$] Niggas tryna snake me for a snitch, I gotta watch it This 40 on my hip, it ain't for show, bitch, I'ma pop it Chemist in the kitchen, whip my wrist until I lock it I don't fuck with opps, I throw it up and then I drop it I had to slap my bitch 'cause she was getting out of pocket If them niggas lookin' for me, tell them niggas get it poppin' Posted up on Hayes, we got them sticks, we got them rockets Let this chopper sing, call this bitch Letoya Luckett [Verse 1: Toohda Band$] Don't call me, ain't no talkin' 'less we speaking 'bout a profit Fifty grams of shh, I treat her pussy like a pocket In and out them homes, we snatchin' shit to get a profit Run inside your home, I crack your door like I'm a locksmith Nigga reach for this, then I'ma let the Baby Glock spit Hit you and your mans, spill your noodles with this chopstick Got her bangin' seven, I'm gettin' money from my opp bitch Told her give me face, I stretch her neck like she an ostrich Niggas knowin' how I'm rockin' Hundred on the chop, I double back and I'm still knockin' Nutted in her mouth, this bitch a demon, she's still slobbin' Could've did the Yeezies, these Margielas, I got options I'm a real nigga, I can never do no flobbin', no flodgin' Gotta move careful, feds on me, they be watchin' Gotta watch these niggas, they be fake and steady plottin' Never leave the house unless I'm ridin' with the Glock too [Chorus: Toohda Band$] Niggas tryna snake me for a snitch, I gotta watch it This 40 on my hip, it ain't for show, bitch, I'ma pop it Chemist in the kitchen, whip my wrist until I lock it I don't fuck with opps, I throw it up and then I drop it I had to slap my bitch 'cause she was getting out of pocket If them niggas lookin' for me, tell them niggas get it poppin' Posted up on Hayes, we got them sticks, we got them rockets Let this chopper sing, call this bitch Letoya Luckett [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] Look Put a Rollie on, Dim, Dame and Mone Man to get his when he finally come home Gucci sweater, Mickey Mouse on a nigga shirt Nigga say I told? Then tell him post the paperwork Niggas mad about me doin' songs with they opps Bitch, I throw it in the air and then I let it drop Three fingers wide open, bitch, one in the middle Fuck you and your big homie, bitch, run and go get him Stop droppin' diss songs and go and drop a body Last nigga dissed me, that nigga got bodied How you live my Funk or Die? Thought you was still gangin' I don't sell dope no more but I'm still lead slangin' Catch a sucker at Big Printing and put him on a shirt My young nigga popped the door, I'm tryna pop him first I ain't gon' speak on Perc out of respect for Ricky But still a zo, baby mama said you ain't sent a penny Hus, told 'em Retarded Mike how them niggas still cool It ain't a killer in your circle, who you tryna fool? He kickin' over candlelights, pissin' on headstones But couldn't go to D Ray funeral, boy, you dead wrong Keep speakin' on Fetty, I send you to meet him EMPIRE Christmas party, was dyin' to meet him Keep lyin' in them songs, you never shot nothin' Ask the suckers up the street if I done dropped somethin' Sold some disses from these niggas way before Corona I used to have the bitch stomp down on Sonoma Ask Carl who really spent the most money with 'em You wasn't runnin' suckers down, you was runnin' with 'em Toohda Band$, Lil Tre, Skinny T and Dex I'ma put on for my hood because my niggas next Never fall out with my niggas over no bitch Homicide, hit the trap and we don't know shit, bitch [Chorus: Toohda Band$] Niggas tryna snake me for a snitch, I gotta watch it This 40 on my hip, it ain't for show, bitch, I'ma pop it Chemist in the kitchen, whip my wrist until I lock it I don't fuck with opps, I throw it up and then I drop it I had to slap my bitch 'cause she was getting out of pocket If them niggas lookin' for me, tell them niggas get it poppin' Posted up on Hayes, we got them sticks, we got them rockets Let this chopper sing, call this bitch Letoya Luckett