Dreezy — RIP Aretha
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Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Big Dreez
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, in y’all wallet like Lemony Snicket
I don’t fuck with cuz but the work was a ticket
Popped off the tag and I can’t even fit it
I’m smoking on loud so I probably don’t hear you (Shhh)
Make a nigga say my name when he in it
I married his will but I’m not Jada Pinkett
I’m counting up, counting up, it’s finger lickin’
You know I’ma eat, I don’t need no utensils (Eat it up)
I get attention, he need Ritalin
Rollie my wrist, I can’t fuck with no minute man
OG diet, body looking like cinnamon
I’m the nigga and these niggas be feminine
I’m smoking on G in a Tesla (Yes)
Treat the world like it’s my bitch, better not touch her
Pretty little bitch, I might fuck round and bust ya
Niggas know I get my coin like an usher
Tweak with the gang, you ain’t big enough
Won’t give a fuck if a bitch ain’t feeling us (Won’t give a fuck, bitch)
Kicking that hoe out my section
Ain’t throwing no bread if them strippers ain’t thick enough
Can’t let ’em pipe, had to tell ’em just give it up
Nigga stay he still wanna lick it up
I don’t care if I’m that Benz truck
I’m still hit my plug like, «Nigga, come fill it up» (Gas)
Franklins, Aretha (Rest up)
Two seat, at least (Gone)
Ice on anemic (Froze)
You ain’t eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a bitch (Who?)
Gotta remind me a bitch (Big Dreez)
Dripping on fan in this shit
If I want it, he gon’ buy me this shit (Spin this shit)
Franklins, Aretha (That rat)
Two seat, at least (Skrrt)
Ice on anemic
You ain’t eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a bitch (What?)
Gotta remind me a bitch (Big Dreez)
Dripping on fan in this shit
If I want it, he gon’ buy me this shit (Spin this shit)
Checked your resume and you ain’t official
A knock-off hoe substituting the teacher (Who the fuck is that bitch?)
Heard you sent for me but ain’t want a mission
Put paper on you, bitch, you don’t want a extra
Bitch, you just running in circles (Silly ass)
Y’all should come up when I search you (Who is this?)
I’m on your screen, no commercial (I’m live)
He kissing me, say I’m a Hershey
We fully loaded (Skrrt), body built like Coca-Cola
I’m repping the game, no controller
Can’t put my line in your Motorola
I got some lil titties, don’t need a bra
No bitch, I don’t give a fuck ’bout the blogs
Ooh yeah, bluffed as fuck
Faded up, look like I’m smoking a log (Smoking, yeah)
Choking in front
I walk in the venue and I’m throwing up money (Yeah)
Done with y’all hoes
I’m duffing ’em off like I’m flicking a blunt (Yeah
Stone hard, Knievel (Flex it)
Rat hoes, policing (Flex)
On fire, a phoenix (Yeah yeah yeah)
True shit, bulimic (Ayy)
Franklins, Aretha (Rest up)
Two seat, at least (Gone)
Ice on anemic (Froze)
You ain’t eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a bitch (Who?)
Gotta remind me a bitch (Big Dreez)
Dripping on fan in this shit
If I want it, he gon’ buy me this shit (Spin this shit)
Franklins, Aretha
Two seat, at least (Skrrt)
Ice on anemic
You ain’t eating, bulimic
Rollie on, ain’t got no time for a bitch (What?)
Gotta remind me a bitch (Big Dreez)
Tripping on fan in this shit
If I want it, he gon’ buy me this shit (Spin this shit)
