Six Feet Deep - Chetta

And its still fuck a bitch

And its still fuck a hoe

And its still fuck a bitch

And its still fuck a hoe

I need that ice white modena

Two seater

With the crop top

Wrist watch cost a lot of guap

Tell your bitch stop

Better not

Pull up on the scene

We gone get it popped

Pop

She gone pop it till she fall out

Ball out

I ain’t got a lot but i can call out

All clout

Tell me why your bitch

Up in my drug house

Woah now

Live up in the kitchen over stoves now

Hold it down

Remix flip my bricks i need some more now

Woah now

Pop another pill

I popped another seal

Put me in the game

Bitch been in the field

Grew up in that water

Tryna touch a mill

Now we almost here

Tell me how that feel

Baby dont know no drought

Baby dont know no drought

Baby dont know no drought

Baby dont know no drought

Like what is you talking about

Like what is you talking about

Like what is you talking about

Like what is you talking about