The song is rich with name-brand name drops as he boasts about the finer things in life he can buy. Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, aye, aye, woo aw, sh-- , huh ha ha Oh you feelin' sturdy, huh? When I walk in the spot, thirty on me Buy out the club, nas know that I'm paid Bi, I'm a thot, get me lit I can't f with these nas 'cause nas is gay All on my page suckin' di-- All in my comments and screamin' my name While I'm in the club throwin' them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones Pop Smoke, they know I'm wildin' If I'm on the island, I'm snatchin' the cell Brody got locked, denied his bail Until he free, I'm raisin' hell Tell my shooters call me FaceTime For all the times we had to face time Free D-Nice, he doin' state time If you need the glizzy, you could take mine Please don't come out your mouth, you know I'm like that I'll make a movie like TNT Glock on me, ask who really want it I bet I air it like BNB Nappy Blue wildin' in my section And I keep that. Trap House Mob Huh, roll another one aha, ha ha Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, aye, aye, woo aw, sh-- , huh ha ha Oh you feelin' sturdy, huh? The Biz premium subscriber content has moved to Billboard. To simplify subscriber access, we have temporarily disabled the password requirement. Don't show again.
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Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo Aw, shit , huh Oh you feelin' sturdy, huh? You feelin' sturdy, man Let me see somethin' Shake it, shake it, shake it. She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a nigga She let it clap for a nigga And she throw it back for a nigga Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga. When I walk in the spot, thirty on me Buy out the club, niggas know that I'm paid Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit I can't fuck with these niggas 'cause niggas is gay. All on my page suckin' dick All in my comments and screamin' my name While I'm in the club, Throwin' them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones. Tell my shooters call me FaceTime For all the times we had to face time Free D-Nice, he doin' state time If you need the glizzy, you could take mine. Nappy Blue wildin' in my section And I keep that. And she let it clap for a nigga She let it clap for a nigga And she throw it back for a nigga Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Traphouse Mob Huh, roll another one Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo Aw, shit , huh Oh you feelin' sturdy, huh?
He made a big deal out of my birthday, holidays, etc. If you decide to marry this man, you both will find a way to be happy and have a wonderful marriage, not that perfect that we see in the Sundays at Church. We are a welcoming community. I have been doubting if this relationship is going to work because I hardly ever talk to him so my first reaction is okay who else is he seeing??.
