[Intro]
Ghost Rage
[Chorus]
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his bitch like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
[Verse 1]
Pretty bitch say she from Cali'
Know she blow away the D
I get hoes from out of state and fuck em in the B and B
I can tell that boy a hoe, it ain't that hard for me to see
He gon' think I'm coppin' bag until I truck him out his piece
Because I'm like that
If I put a bag up on your head, no, you won't like that
If you do that textin' and that typin', I won't type back
40 got a 30 full of lightin' and it strike fast
Pump fear in the gang make him rethink his whole life track
Gang, gang, screamin', "Gang, gang", until the game change
Lil' nigga really in the street shit, let it bang, bang
Slang, slang, she can't take the dick, she say I slang, slang
Remember hoes that curved me, now I got fame in the same name
Tip toe, creepin' round these hoes
They put this Glock through the window
When I let off shots, you better tell them niggas get low
Marksman with this Glock, best believe that I won't hit low
Kill him then I rob him, police thinkin' where his shit go?
You a bitch nigga, why you keep that stick, nigga?
Go head off the plug and now I'm feelin' like I'm rich nigga
He say he won't fade, well, tell that bitch I got the clips, nigga
You want a clip, nigga?
[Chorus]
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his bitch like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
I put a pussy nigga to the test like he was Johnny
[Verse 2]
Wanna be like me 'cause I'm different
And if you speakin' down, don't do that snake shit
Come from specific and if that shit a problem
You can talk it I was smithin'
But I don't think a nigga wanna talk it I was smithin'
Do that the bitch, you trippin'
'Cause smithin' blow like whistles
And smithin' blow out missles
Wait, smithin' blow out hollows
But them hollows blow like missles
Wipe his nose like he just sniffled
Wet his block, fuck a drizzle
Take his noggin' off his shoulders
Bitch, I'm shootin', fuck a dribble
And I know niggas hate me
And groupies wanna date me
But I been stayin' focused, makin' money on the daily
Go hard for all my brothers, and my sisters and my mother
So go against the gang, you must be boy askin' for trouble
[Chorus]
That boy said he don't like me
Prolly 'cause his bitch like me
A Glock and a Tommy
They both dirty with some bodies
Big rich but I'm not Roddy
Foreign hoe, make her my thotty
I put a pussy nigga to the test like he was Johnny