You Got Em Lyrics
T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Marni bucket with the jacket to match
Askin’ bitches “Where the chemistry at?”
C.O. trippin’ when they visitin’ max
Takin’ guns, we ain’t givin’ it back
You ain’t fuckin’, no, return the gift back
I done told bitches, this ain’t a finesse
Bro, you a killer, then say it with your chest
Bro get to clutchin’, he trippin’ off X
Bitch, you ain’t nothin’, ain’t trippin’ for sex
I was so deep and I came on her chest
Back-to-back sex, you know honey the best
I can not ever wear Carti’s again
Count up a million, my hands was swole
Why you so cocky? Your friends is hoes
You got a Porsche, we ain’t playin’ with those
Bitch, I’m the reason the trenches home
Shoot me a text, ain’t answer the phone
The two-hundred minutes ain’t lastin’ long
Hop in a group with the trenches phone
I’m tryna see what the trenches on
Got him a car again
I told him to spin, and spin, and spin again
That was an accident
You need your lash esthetician bitch to get in
I done move fast again
I done brought the car all cash, I need tints
He hit the perculator for the Percocets
These n***** ain’t my friends
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em
Hold up them drugs, hold up
Like, Hold up them drugs, you got ’em
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em
Hold up them drugs, hold up
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em (Yeah)
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em (Yeah)
He off a muscle, relaxin’
He know the customers got ’em, serve him, whoa
He like a certain reaction
Why he be takin’ them capsules? I’m like “Whoa”
I get a certain reaction
I’m keepin’ the murderers happy, I’m like “Whoa”
She know her ass is fatter
She know how that surgery got her, I’m like “Whoa”
Pussy stinkin’, she tryna blame her PH balance, I’m like “No”
Two things ain’t ever seen is one main hoppin’ hoes, one go
I’m a dog, gotta shake the paw, I’ll fuck your friend, she won’t know
Why you be tellin’ the business? But since you gon’ tell, just tell ’em you be off the coke
Plan B, she be eatin’ pills, I done tricked her to takin’, ain’t fuckin’ no more
Brodie cup got lean still, if I take a pill, I’m drivin’ the boat
I was never into abusin’ women, when I fuck from the back, I be grabbin’ her throat
Never believe what the blogs be talkin’ about, you know we ain’t duckin’ the smoke
Brodie a gremlin, he popped him a fake Percocet, his face hurt
I’m in Miami, you think I’m the fake Durk, get hit in your face first
I mix the purple and yellow together, I feel way better, a Laker
I can’t chase her, nah, I can’t chase her
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em
Hold up them drugs, hold up
Like, hold up them drugs, you got ’em
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em
Hold up them drugs, hold up
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em (Yeah)
Hold up them drugs, you got ’em (Yeah)