Yea
Baby I'm a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
I'm a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean
Yea, yea
I know yeen never been with no real hitta
No real ******
I'm talm bout like
A ****** dat really got a sack though
I'm talm bout like being cuffed
By the boss and not the runner
Yea, dat way
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Yea, a ****** that's always in the field
Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'm probably gettin' money
If I ain't call ya, baby
I'm probably gettin' money
If I ain't call ya, baby
I done came back from pissin' inside the Trump Hotel
'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
Name saved up under Febreze
'Cause she ain't got no smell
I can hit it from the back
Ain't got to hold my breath
All these hundreds on me got me
Startin' to look like a scammer
All that ass she got back there
Startin' to look like a pamper
Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I'm Santa
Plug name Julio but he don't play for Atlanta
The only millionare you know that
Wear ****** Boy Ree's
You ain't never ****** a ******
That had this much cheese
I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye
Treat you like the mailman
Make you come once a day
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Yea, a ****** that's always in the field
Probably finessin'
Probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'm probably gettin' money
If I ain't call ya, baby
I'm probably gettin' money
If I ain't call ya, baby
Baby you know I'm out here in these streets
I gotta get it
If I ain't on the corner
I'm in the 'yo, bae I be busy
But you gotta pray for me
'Cause these ******s be hatin' in my city
And you gotta thank God everyday
He be lettin' you be with me
I'ma get in that lil ************ like
I'm just gettin' outta prison
And word around town
He bagged a ****** but he didn't
I'm Sniper Gang baby
I got more stripes than the Navy
And ain't nothin' changed
Because I mother******' made it
I'm a real hitta, I'm a real ******
I'ma treat you like a lady
I'm a real hitta, so every pistol
I got it ain't on safety
And if I ain't call ya back then bae
I'm gettin' to that money
But I'ma come through
And I'ma ****** ya like the police lookin' for me
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
Yea, a ****** that's always in the field
Probably finessin', probably out here drug dealin'
(I wanna know)
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I'm probably gettin' money
If I ain't call ya, baby
I'm probably gettin' money
If I ain't call ya, baby
I get ya hair done so much
They start to think you a beautician
These lil' ******s tryna come up
Only reason they diss me
Ya last man bought you Bebe
But I'll buy you Givenchy
Biggest thing he ever did for you
Was take you to Chili's
Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
*** game undefeated, think I'm 100-0
I don't go nowhere for free
If you got a check I'll go
Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so
I be hustlin' so hard I lose track of the days
That lil ************ was so sorry
I call it minimum wage
'Fore you leave this earth
Baby you better getchu a hitta
Talkin' one that got a bag
And drop that rod like a killa
Yea, I just wanna know
Have you ever made love to a real hitta