Tony Shhnow - STHHRESSED OUT lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - STHHRESSED OUT lyrics]
It's a well known fact man
We been gettin money since get money
And we still gettin money baby
Fresh out the block with a hunnid bands
Shawty said she fuck the money
She don't want a man
Feel like Kobe I been ballin
With my right hand
These niggas plottin keep a
30 on my nightstand
What you don't like music
When you don't got bands
All these damn guns around me like hands
I'm afraid to go out
Police they don't like niggas
Run up on me I'm gon catch a life sentence
I make the money jump while
That bitch is hittin switches
Send a shit get up in the business
Flexin on a fuck nigga I don't like fitness
Always talk about it but nigga
You don't like bitches
Call this choppa more than kisses
Pull this bitch right out he
Made the wrong decision
Broke niggas always wanna knuckle up
Boy I keep a strap on me better buckle up
You a call we don't give a fuck
Or you can call us NASA cuz we send him up
Yo hoe goin down but the paper up
God damn my hand hurt from all the paper cuts
Bring the sweeper on the block
Told em eat dust
I'm havin money baby I don't
Want that free lunch
I smoke loud you gon have to speak up
My neck cold now I know when that heat come
We been gettin money since get money
And we still gettin money baby
Fresh out the block with a hunnid bands
Shawty said she fuck the money
She don't want a man
Feel like Kobe I been ballin
With my right hand
These niggas plottin keep a
30 on my nightstand
What you don't like music
When you don't got bands
All these damn guns around me like hands
I'm afraid to go out
Police they don't like niggas
Run up on me I'm gon catch a life sentence
I make the money jump while
That bitch is hittin switches
Send a shit get up in the business
Flexin on a fuck nigga I don't like fitness
Always talk about it but nigga
You don't like bitches
Call this choppa more than kisses
Pull this bitch right out he
Made the wrong decision
Broke niggas always wanna knuckle up
Boy I keep a strap on me better buckle up
You a call we don't give a fuck
Or you can call us NASA cuz we send him up
Yo hoe goin down but the paper up
God damn my hand hurt from all the paper cuts
Bring the sweeper on the block
Told em eat dust
I'm havin money baby I don't
Want that free lunch
I smoke loud you gon have to speak up
My neck cold now I know when that heat come