Lets Get On Dey Ass

Ever, whoo

I'm finna get mean

Turn up the circuits

Turn up the—

What?

I'm tryna break me a back

Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine

I'm tryna pour me a eight

Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime

I'm tryna order a crate

Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines

We finna get on they ass

We finna get on they ass

We finna get on they ass

Mmm, alright

Deal me personally, nigga, I'm poppin'

I'm makin' the calls, I'm pointin' the fingers, I'm gettin' 'em dropped

Wеll, well

Ball off to that judge with the rеd shells

He pissy, can't get none to me

He pussy, his bitch wanna do me

I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies

"Like, fuck it," I said, they come show me

The stuff that I did, they owe me

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mhm

Fuckin' 'em up, skrrt on they ass

I run up the millions and spend it on glass

Fuck niggas that ain't got no paper, hm, hm

They goin' to water, don't run out of money

I'm payin' to hit with your hoe? Ayy, you trippin', buddy

Haha (ha), haha (phew)

Haha, haha, hm

Throw money up in the eco (mmm)

Shootin' that bitch like a free throw

Maybach since I was a vito (what?)

My brother, my twin, Cardo

I still put the drugs in the cargo (yeah)

They bills ain't more then my car note (shoo)

These bitches is bible, barcode (yeah)

Huh, run it on auto, yup

The money the motto

What?

I'm tryna break me a back

Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine

I'm tryna pour me a eight

Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime

I'm tryna order a crate

Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines

We finna get on they ass

We finna get on they ass

We finna get on they ass

Mmm, alright