The Posterz - What They Want lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
You’re selling, nigga
That’s not your real money,
That’s your flip-flop
You’re actually broke, aha!
I just pulled off in the market
Was chatting on momma’s apartment
Made these stacks straight profit
Since niggas counting my darkest
I’m clearer rapping with my rap money
Yeah, and either go with my trap money
Cause I’m throwing up what I’m spitting
And they ask if I’m blowing up, I’m like, “probably!”
I’m watching that, I’ll be rotting G6s
They’re splitting chops with my family.
Couple pounds away in the pillow case
Just bait myself, gotta switch the place
On my Jason stadium, gotta switch the plate.
I’m riding dirty, this is nothing new
But my license is gone, is nothing else to do
But stash the green and Dr. Blue!
Niggas hopping, already get fresh
Baby potter in his chest
Your bitch liking these pics
Wait until he’s in the flesh
Rode the boat and her...
Cherry sent the incest
Purring like the big cat
Smoking, drinking gin sec
The mood, I already been sad
Wanna know how I wanna be in bed.
Labels thought the kids don’t, like we don’t know the flex
... to respond, niggas bite your income
Taxes back takes us gone
Fuck ‘em, I’m a mighty bone for the summer light
That’s a nice bite, motherfucker, and I came to win it
It’s all playing games and my niggas get hungry
And right now you’ll go for them hundreds we’re coming
I heard that this what they want,
This is the reason they fall
Puss looks shiny as fuck
Flashing all of your cash,
Nigga that’s your flip flop
They ain’t even hip-hops
Since when does the cooler look flop?
Since when does the cooler get robbed?
Since when does the cooler white folks?
Basic got no white folks, look!
Look, I’ll be in the right light
Still in yester-night’s clothes
Counting yester-night’s dough
Drive my trucks from last year
Watch them jack on my flows
Can’t even ... on my hoes
Hustler on the remix, rewind and repeat this
Cut the intravenous, Killed it, guilty pleaded
ScHoolboy gonna re-tweet this!
Yeah, we’re real good!
