1.5 Lyrics

1.5 Lyrics

Smoker, come and put that pussy on me, I'ma put that dick up on you
Come and do a split on me, come and do a trick on it
Come and shake that ass for me, baby, I got a lot of money
Come here, do that yeah for me, tell 'em let me show you somethin'
b**ch, say your nigga, how I make you cum without no pill, yeah?
I don't give no f**k about no sex, b**ch, I just only want your neck
I get sh*t smoked off the back, tell that pussy nigga "Yeah"
I told that b**ch I won't bang, I know that pussy nigga scared
They must not know how I get down, bang with that thing, swang across your head
Since I was small, I ain't stand down, b**ch, ask my mama, I ain't scared
That pussy nigga said what? She told me "Leave that nigga dead"
Few weeks later, I copped the b**ch and busted his head
Sneaker tech, knock out the back off you b**ches, yeah, dumb
Sneaker slime, knock out the back off your b**ch and send her home
We stole that car, then we pull on side and we send 'em home
Like bang, bang, b**ch dead, bang, bang, b**ch gone
I just need a lot of money on me, I just need the freshest fit on me, oh, yeah
I just need my b**ch for the sea, and everythin' I do for her, I'm goin' hard for her ass
b**ch, I bought a half-a-ticket ring for your dog-ass
b**ch, I pulled up with like everythin', with your dog-ass
b**ch, you know I run 'round with that pink thing, with my dog-ass
b**ch, you know I'm bound to spit your ex about your f**kin' past
Tell your friends stop tellin' you them things with your mixy ass
Tell your sister, b**ch, I get that green, I get that f**kin' cash
No, you the devil, gotta say she mad that I ain't f**k her ass
Tell Nini, if I wasn't a BD, b**ch, I would've bossed her ass
I ain't got no f**kin' pigs, don't no profession get no f**kin' pass
I'm active, I'm perfective with this sh*t, with my perfective ass
Loved when I was broke, but now I'm stuntin' and I got f**kin' cash
Loved while I was home, but once I'm out, then it's his f**kin' ass
Yeah, b**ch, what? And now come and play with me
I've been doin' my sh*t and got them hitters on scene
Hmm, hmm, hmm, I got that sh*t
Hmm, hmm, I'm in this b**ch and I got that stick, hmm
And I'm gon' kill somethin', my brother told me "Kill somethin'"
So how the f**k you just gon' tell me not to zip somethin'?
I make the music, make this money, so don't tell me how to spend nothin'
This ho' do what I say-so, them say sh*t 'bout what I spin on 'em
I'm f**ked up, I'm breakin' cars, lil' brother slime, he swipin' cards
I had it hard, Mitch got a b**ch, she got a friend, I jacked 'em both
Hold up, hold up, b**ch, I say I'm way too gangster
Had a bang-out, called my mama, she the one got me from danger
My sister know that I spanked her, my mama know that I'm thuggin'
My grandpa know that I'm druggin', f**k the b**ch, they know I plucked her
f**k the ho', she know she thuggin' me, but after all, I still love her
I just want it for the b**ch to try to help me