"Where Da Fine Shyt" lyrics
(feat. Rio Da Yung Og)
Don't call me, if yo looking for that white stuff
I got a hundred racks on me tryna buy stuff
If I grab a two liter, I pour a pint up
Ten hoes just pulled up, and I don't like one
Where the fine shyt?
Brodie keep a strap on like a dike bitch
Just kicked my cup over, on some hot shit
I need some more drink
Walk in the Louis store. 3000 for a phone case
Fuck a lawyer. If I go fed again, I'm fighting my own case
Saying, you're gon' swing this block. Something that you don't say
I made a crazy number yesterday. Something I won't say
Yeah
I pull up bro and BP 'cause you know they tryna smoke
Six carats each year. I think I'm finna go eight
Who the fuck did your chain? How much the rope weigh?
He ain't go GIA. He went the wrong way
Bust a brick down to rocks and I got it off his stone
Drunk a pint, went shopping, bought some J
I had a long day
Now, I'm finna have a long nap
We all got a baby AR on us, bro. We won't fight
What the fuck I look like
Chilling with a bitch I don't like?
Had to put a muzzle on my dogs, 'cause they gon' bite
Here go a zip a fish scale. You smoke dope. Right?
I think the Glock got breast cancer. Got one titty
Cracka want a dime bag. Taxing 1-50
I already dropped the dime. Pull up with that four nickel
All these baby bottles might just need a babysitter
I'm way too rich, hoe. I ain't gon' put no baby in you
This a 15-seater. You're in a baby Sprinter
I tried to put you on. I don't know why you were playing with it
Black-and-white diamonds in my white. Look like Michael Jackson
VVS. Stone. Doing a thriller, when the camera flashing
I'm serving hot shit just like auntie Anne
I chewed the perk up like that bitch was candy
Drake, get your head wrapped just like Nick Cannon
We're gon' strip that boy naked, if that bitch jamming
Take the Benz to the swap. Now, that bitch whamming
She say she ain't sucking dick. Left the bitch stranded
If she ain't going, then a bitch going
I put "ice" all on my wrist like that bitch swollen
Up in my jeans. This ain't my dick poking
Hit on the stove with a pot 'til my wrist broken
'Til my wrist broken
Stove with a pot 'til my wrist broken
'Til my wrist broken
Pot 'til my wrist broken
I got a hundred racks on me tryna buy stuff
If I grab a two liter, I pour a pint up
Ten hoes just pulled up, and I don't like one
Where the fine shyt?
Brodie keep a strap on like a dike bitch
Just kicked my cup over, on some hot shit
I need some more drink
Walk in the Louis store. 3000 for a phone case
Fuck a lawyer. If I go fed again, I'm fighting my own case
Saying, you're gon' swing this block. Something that you don't say
I made a crazy number yesterday. Something I won't say
Yeah
I pull up bro and BP 'cause you know they tryna smoke
Six carats each year. I think I'm finna go eight
Who the fuck did your chain? How much the rope weigh?
He ain't go GIA. He went the wrong way
Bust a brick down to rocks and I got it off his stone
Drunk a pint, went shopping, bought some J
I had a long day
Now, I'm finna have a long nap
We all got a baby AR on us, bro. We won't fight
What the fuck I look like
Chilling with a bitch I don't like?
Had to put a muzzle on my dogs, 'cause they gon' bite
Here go a zip a fish scale. You smoke dope. Right?
I think the Glock got breast cancer. Got one titty
Cracka want a dime bag. Taxing 1-50
I already dropped the dime. Pull up with that four nickel
All these baby bottles might just need a babysitter
I'm way too rich, hoe. I ain't gon' put no baby in you
This a 15-seater. You're in a baby Sprinter
I tried to put you on. I don't know why you were playing with it
Black-and-white diamonds in my white. Look like Michael Jackson
VVS. Stone. Doing a thriller, when the camera flashing
I'm serving hot shit just like auntie Anne
I chewed the perk up like that bitch was candy
Drake, get your head wrapped just like Nick Cannon
We're gon' strip that boy naked, if that bitch jamming
Take the Benz to the swap. Now, that bitch whamming
She say she ain't sucking dick. Left the bitch stranded
If she ain't going, then a bitch going
I put "ice" all on my wrist like that bitch swollen
Up in my jeans. This ain't my dick poking
Hit on the stove with a pot 'til my wrist broken
'Til my wrist broken
Stove with a pot 'til my wrist broken
'Til my wrist broken
Pot 'til my wrist broken
