Issue No 130 Fdb Lyrics

I ain't tell myself I ain't killin' them
Rockers are mill shit, haters be filling it
All of my bitches exotic, straight out the projects
You know I can tint them
4 on 4 orgy, getting me forgy,
All y'all sweating, I be hit'em
Y'all get talkin' that trash shit
Lil' nigga better know I've been flippin'
Don't hate nothin' but that fool
Go fuck that snitch
I hear ya tellin' on your home boys
That's a fla up shit
I'ma thrill that nigga
Can't tear that from him
Pro'ly got that working
I'm like c'mon, work it
Walk it in a trezzy
Put it in a paw
Watch it dead like Vitti
Grip that glutch,
Ain't get caught slipping
I'm a real ass nigga
Strictly bout my business
If you ain't bout that
Then I'ma tell you like this
You ain't got the wracks
Then you ain't bout shit
Money rule the world
Money rule your girl
Money get me dollars and pearls
Money on my mind and your girl on my dick
How a nigga pull a thing like this?
Caking and casing and still no replacing
Doing my thang till she thought I was hatious
All these watches I got with no pay shit
Fuck that bitch, but you pro'ly gon'save her

Blue tie, bank keys
Where I'm form, nigga
Everything done deed, had been done
My true gang, from my shoe gang
Can't touch this shit