"Credit Card" lyrics
Credit card, bitch I got dem racks but I don't use it
Dummy boy, how you got strap but you ain't shoot it
Hit 'em up, bitch I had that nigga lookin' clueless (uh, uh)
Better use your brain before you lose it (uh, uh)
Brady got that cup, he keep on sippin' (uh, uh)
Takin' too much drugs I think he trippin' (uh, uh)
Baby tried to love me from a distance (uhhhh-uh)
I'm on the block, block
Couldn't find no wops on flipside I went to uptop
Got my youngin ridin' with' some bullets in his big Glock
Couldn't find no hydro so I might just sip on wok, wok
Bitch I'm sellin' fetty, this the last time I buy that crack rock
I'm goin' hard I need to go again
They caught me slippin', fucked up once, but I don't slip again
That's why I'm ridin' with' my brothers 'til the fuckin' end
That's UTF, that's homage gang, nigga fuck a friend
All this money got me spendin'
These diamonds on my wrist and they just mad 'cause I keep flexin'
My foot is on their neck and they just mad 'cause I keep steppin'
My block is fuckin' tatted, bitch, don't ask me what I'm reppin'
What's crackin' nigga?
You too fuckin' hot, please bring no cops to me
I told suck my dick they wanna talk to me
I send my youngin on your block he send some shots for me
I would do it by myself but it's too hot for me
Plus I'm ridin' with' it too
I heard your friend died, pussy, lucky it wasn't you
My nigga wanna slide we ain't got nothin' else to do
I told my nigga Britty bring that molly to the stu', gettin cooled eyed
We the reason why the police callin' dispatch
Wow, pussy nigga took my glizzy out my knapsack
How you put that little boy on me that's a mismatch?
Feel like Von get at me, and I'ma get back
Credit card, bitch I got dem racks but I don't use it
Dummy boy, how you got strap but you ain't shoot it
Hit 'em up, bitch I had that nigga lookin' clueless (uh, uh)
Better use your brain before you lose it (uh, uh)
Brady got that cup, he keep on sippin' (uh, uh)
Takin' too much drugs I think he trippin' (uh, uh)
Baby tried to love me from a distance (uhhhh-uh)
Dummy boy, how you got strap but you ain't shoot it
Hit 'em up, bitch I had that nigga lookin' clueless (uh, uh)
Better use your brain before you lose it (uh, uh)
Brady got that cup, he keep on sippin' (uh, uh)
Takin' too much drugs I think he trippin' (uh, uh)
Baby tried to love me from a distance (uhhhh-uh)
I'm on the block, block
Couldn't find no wops on flipside I went to uptop
Got my youngin ridin' with' some bullets in his big Glock
Couldn't find no hydro so I might just sip on wok, wok
Bitch I'm sellin' fetty, this the last time I buy that crack rock
I'm goin' hard I need to go again
They caught me slippin', fucked up once, but I don't slip again
That's why I'm ridin' with' my brothers 'til the fuckin' end
That's UTF, that's homage gang, nigga fuck a friend
All this money got me spendin'
These diamonds on my wrist and they just mad 'cause I keep flexin'
My foot is on their neck and they just mad 'cause I keep steppin'
My block is fuckin' tatted, bitch, don't ask me what I'm reppin'
What's crackin' nigga?
You too fuckin' hot, please bring no cops to me
I told suck my dick they wanna talk to me
I send my youngin on your block he send some shots for me
I would do it by myself but it's too hot for me
Plus I'm ridin' with' it too
I heard your friend died, pussy, lucky it wasn't you
My nigga wanna slide we ain't got nothin' else to do
I told my nigga Britty bring that molly to the stu', gettin cooled eyed
We the reason why the police callin' dispatch
Wow, pussy nigga took my glizzy out my knapsack
How you put that little boy on me that's a mismatch?
Feel like Von get at me, and I'ma get back
Credit card, bitch I got dem racks but I don't use it
Dummy boy, how you got strap but you ain't shoot it
Hit 'em up, bitch I had that nigga lookin' clueless (uh, uh)
Better use your brain before you lose it (uh, uh)
Brady got that cup, he keep on sippin' (uh, uh)
Takin' too much drugs I think he trippin' (uh, uh)
Baby tried to love me from a distance (uhhhh-uh)
