"Make It Obvious" lyrics
(Ha, LUCIID, what the fuck?)
(Streo)
Talking shit will get you cracked
Talking shit will get you packed
That bitch a baller, she go for the sack
Finna make love to the bitch in a tonka truck
That bitch a thottie, yeah, she wanna talk to us
Young nigga, see through the fake with binoculars
You not from 'round here, you cannot be one of us
When I'm in love, I do not make it obvious
Talking shit will get you cracked
Talking shit will get you packed
That bitch a baller, she go for the sack
Finna make love to the bitch in a tonka truck
That bitch a thottie, yeah, she wanna talk to us
Young nigga, see through the fake with binoculars
You not from 'round here, you cannot be one of us
When I'm in love, I do not make it obvious
Can't make it obvious, no, that's not how I roll
Never keep it tucked, yeah, my choppa take a toll on me
Tryna cuff just 'cause we fucked, no, that's not how it goes, dummy
Sorry, bitch, you out of luck, I got places to go, woah
I did it all dolo
Now I got the gang with me
That nigga was hoeless, now I got like twenty bitches tryna hang with me
I was talking shit like this before the money, nothing really changed with me
I was talking shit like this before the money, nothing really changed, oh
Breaking backs, feel like Bane, oh
That bitch on me, candy cane, oh
I got the drip on me, am I right?
I got like six more versions of me, niggas call me Pain
Yeah, lil' slut 'bout to up the score, wait
She tryna sneak me in her crib, like lock the door, wait
These niggas think I'm not ready to go to war, ayy
Bitch, stop calling my phone, you know I'm tryna record, you know I'm tryna record
Talking shit will get you cracked
Talking shit will get you packed
That bitch a baller, she go for the sack
Finna make love to the bitch in a tonka truck
That bitch a thottie, yeah, she wanna talk to us
Young nigga, see through the fake with binoculars
You not from 'round here, you cannot be one of us
When I'm in love, I do not make it obvious
Talking shit will get you cracked
Talking shit will get you packed
That bitch a baller, she go for the sack
Finna make love to the bitch in a tonka truck
That bitch a thottie, yeah, she wanna talk to us
Young nigga, see through the fake with binoculars
You not from 'round here, you cannot be one of us
When I'm in love, I do not make it obvious
Can't make it obvious, no, that's not how I roll
Never keep it tucked, yeah, my choppa take a toll on me
Tryna cuff just 'cause we fucked, no, that's not how it goes, dummy
Sorry, bitch, you out of luck, I got places to go, woah
Let's go, woah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, woah
Ayy
Can't make it obvious, no, that's not how I roll
Never keep it tucked, yeah, my choppa take a toll on me
Tryna cuff just 'cause we fucked, no, that's not how it goes, dummy
Sorry, bitch, you out of luck, I got places to...
(Streo)
Talking shit will get you cracked
Talking shit will get you packed
That bitch a baller, she go for the sack
Finna make love to the bitch in a tonka truck
That bitch a thottie, yeah, she wanna talk to us
Young nigga, see through the fake with binoculars
You not from 'round here, you cannot be one of us
When I'm in love, I do not make it obvious
Talking shit will get you cracked
Talking shit will get you packed
That bitch a baller, she go for the sack
Finna make love to the bitch in a tonka truck
That bitch a thottie, yeah, she wanna talk to us
Young nigga, see through the fake with binoculars
You not from 'round here, you cannot be one of us
When I'm in love, I do not make it obvious
Can't make it obvious, no, that's not how I roll
Never keep it tucked, yeah, my choppa take a toll on me
Tryna cuff just 'cause we fucked, no, that's not how it goes, dummy
Sorry, bitch, you out of luck, I got places to go, woah
I did it all dolo
Now I got the gang with me
That nigga was hoeless, now I got like twenty bitches tryna hang with me
I was talking shit like this before the money, nothing really changed with me
I was talking shit like this before the money, nothing really changed, oh
Breaking backs, feel like Bane, oh
That bitch on me, candy cane, oh
I got the drip on me, am I right?
I got like six more versions of me, niggas call me Pain
Yeah, lil' slut 'bout to up the score, wait
She tryna sneak me in her crib, like lock the door, wait
These niggas think I'm not ready to go to war, ayy
Bitch, stop calling my phone, you know I'm tryna record, you know I'm tryna record
Talking shit will get you cracked
Talking shit will get you packed
That bitch a baller, she go for the sack
Finna make love to the bitch in a tonka truck
That bitch a thottie, yeah, she wanna talk to us
Young nigga, see through the fake with binoculars
You not from 'round here, you cannot be one of us
When I'm in love, I do not make it obvious
Talking shit will get you cracked
Talking shit will get you packed
That bitch a baller, she go for the sack
Finna make love to the bitch in a tonka truck
That bitch a thottie, yeah, she wanna talk to us
Young nigga, see through the fake with binoculars
You not from 'round here, you cannot be one of us
When I'm in love, I do not make it obvious
Can't make it obvious, no, that's not how I roll
Never keep it tucked, yeah, my choppa take a toll on me
Tryna cuff just 'cause we fucked, no, that's not how it goes, dummy
Sorry, bitch, you out of luck, I got places to go, woah
Let's go, woah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, woah
Ayy
Can't make it obvious, no, that's not how I roll
Never keep it tucked, yeah, my choppa take a toll on me
Tryna cuff just 'cause we fucked, no, that's not how it goes, dummy
Sorry, bitch, you out of luck, I got places to...
