told me

Lyrics

[Intro] Don't worry, he'll hate this [Verse] I'm running that bitch Yeah, Glock with a dick Shootin' at opps, John Wick Like Tony Montana, the gun on my hip I shoot at his car and I'm making it flip I'm flipping the mix Like Danny Phantom, keep bouncin' that bitch I'm in the paint, I keep bouncin' that bitch I am the shit, I gotta admit Hotter than summer, the time of the year Ayy, yeah, I'm making it clear Sippin' on Wock', no Broncleer I count the money, do it while he here I'm telling y'all niggas, do not interfere We walk in the party, get him out of here Nigga, you broke, go look in the mirror Look at this nigga walk up out of here [Outro] Goodbye, Curien