Jesse James Solomon, Giggs, Farhot - Tit for Tat lyrics
[Jesse James Solomon, Giggs, Farhot - Tit for Tat lyrics]
Huh, huh (Caroline) , hey!
Flexin' on my ex but I don't double bag, huh
Stepped in looking like a hundred racks
yeah
It's the season, water on me gleamin’, yeah
Niggas hatin', we got drip on tap, uh
Nonstop, ain't no drips and draps, hey
I'm on cloud nine, we can go tit for tat, huh
Flip a pack if I get sick of rap
She used to give my shade
Now she give me head
I'm in Ibiza at the villa
Come post it on my story, 'cause
Caroline will give me Flack, huh
I told my bitch cut me a bitch slap, yeah
She heard the rhythm, told me "bring it back"
Big shacks, get it packed
Just make the rhythm slap
JJ, I'm baking off you, I'm just kicking back
One bass, one tequila, and a bit of yak
Pick your poison, we've been spittin' crack
Yeah, Jesse that was funny
That was funny, hahahaha
Let me tell you my story
Flexin' on my ex but shouldn't give a fuck
Yeah
'Cause, I'm smelling like a million bucks
Was in Sweden, what a lovely evening
They see negative but I just see the plus
I'm with Bob and he's a sus
Thirty bottles, but won't see no cups
Clock the whip, but then they
Won't see no bus, yeah
Clock that hottie nigga, she's with us
See the profit nigga, that's the profit, yeah
Nigga watch it, do not break your pocket
She stayed over, she's just getting off it
Breakfast scrambled egg and chicken sausage
Hold on man, and I just left the office
Country side, I'm chilling in the cottage
We the bosses nigga, we the bosses
Catch me drippin' nigga, watch me drop it
2010, I drop that what's the gossip?
18, I'm on that chopper shoppin'
Straight cheese
But nigga what's the topic? yeah
Straight cheese, and pockets got the guapage
Flexin' on my ex but I don't double bag, huh
Stepped in looking like a hundred racks
yeah
It's the season, water on me gleamin’, yeah
Niggas hatin', we got drip on tap, uh
Nonstop, ain't no drips and draps, hey
I'm on cloud nine, we can go tit for tat, huh
Flip a pack if I get sick of rap
She used to give my shade
Now she give me head
I'm in Ibiza at the villa
Come post it on my story, 'cause
Caroline will give me Flack, huh
I told my bitch cut me a bitch slap, yeah
She heard the rhythm, told me "bring it back"
Big shacks, get it packed
Just make the rhythm slap
JJ, I'm baking off you, I'm just kicking back
One bass, one tequila, and a bit of yak
Pick your poison, we've been spittin' crack
Yeah, Jesse that was funny
That was funny, hahahaha
Let me tell you my story
Flexin' on my ex but shouldn't give a fuck
Yeah
'Cause, I'm smelling like a million bucks
Was in Sweden, what a lovely evening
They see negative but I just see the plus
I'm with Bob and he's a sus
Thirty bottles, but won't see no cups
Clock the whip, but then they
Won't see no bus, yeah
Clock that hottie nigga, she's with us
See the profit nigga, that's the profit, yeah
Nigga watch it, do not break your pocket
She stayed over, she's just getting off it
Breakfast scrambled egg and chicken sausage
Hold on man, and I just left the office
Country side, I'm chilling in the cottage
We the bosses nigga, we the bosses
Catch me drippin' nigga, watch me drop it
2010, I drop that what's the gossip?
18, I'm on that chopper shoppin'
Straight cheese
But nigga what's the topic? yeah
Straight cheese, and pockets got the guapage