Someone To Love (Explicit) - Mike Will Made It/2 Chainz (雙鏈大師)/Cap1/Old Skooly High
I had to give these hoes
I had to give these hoes someone to love
I said I had to give these hoes
This what I'm doin'
This what I'm doin' it's easier than drugs
I said this what I'm doin'
From a P in the pot
Type of ni**a used to sleep on a cot
Type of ni**a used to get it and go
You the type that sold a ki to a cop
Type of ni**a have your b**ch in my spot
I'm the type to tie her feet in a knot
Type of ni**a turned a dream to a G
Type of ni**a turned that G to a drop
Turn around and take a P on the lot
Used to say "Give me codeine on the rocks"
Used to say "Kiss it one time"
Cause that coochie was stankin'
I sprayed some Febreze on the box
W**d in my socks
Picture of me with a block on the block
Picture me rollin'
If I get gunned down today
Your picture they gon' be holdin'
Pick up the paper custodian
Your b**ch about to get stolen
Now it is a wrap
Talkin' aluminum foil
Touch that what the f**k
Shoot a ni**a playin' tunk
Show me a b**ch that is loyal
I could sell her desert soil
Love me or love me not
You cannot go to my mama's spot
It's easier than drugs
I'm the type to put the ki on the block
I'm the type to be the king of the spot
Push button ain't no key for the drop
Tatted my body
I think that I'm Pac
Got these b**ches fallin'
Through to give me the box
Bet you niggas wonder how I did it
Fell in love with sellin' drugs
And then I went and got a plug
And I made a little bit of money
Spendin' hundred thousand limits
Took them 5s and 10s and 20s
Added it up
Took them 50s 100s
Then I went to the club
They can see what I'm doin'
See what I'm doin'
In the kitchen water whippin'
Double the digits the blue money come
Got the Forgiatto on that new Gallardo
Ridin' through Chicago
Got the double cup
And lean in baby bottle
Got the shooters with me
Black Mercedes follow
Shoe cost a bando
Rest in peace
My b**ch came from Cuba
The w**d from Cali
But my plug Mexicano
I do this sh*t for my people now
They say young Skay got the ether now
I'm sellin' this sh*t like illegal now
I'm comin' back to the teacher now
We're not the same I'm a creature now
Came a long way from them Regals now
How he hop out of two seaters now
That's what them b**ches be sayin'
That's what them niggas be sayin'
But hate is an ugly trait
You want somethin'
Salty go sh*t in your hand
Shout out to Cap and his b**ch
He got me whippin' my wrist in a Glad
Look like I'm whippin' my wrist in a Glad
All yellow Rollie is piss on my hand
I never listen to man
God told me "give 'em the truth"
I've just been spittin' the truth
That sh*t you're spittin' ain't true
I'm just a product can prove
I'm somethin' ill in the booth
I'm known to kill in the booth
I'm known to spill in the booth
See I keep it better
I'll never talk to a pillar
And I cannot talk to these niggas so