Songtext von MERCH IT

Yeah, yeah Things change, people change, but not me Fuck the top tier, hoe pussy elite I'm like what's poppin'? Niggas don't want no smoke with me You know we pop shit Put your bitch ass on a tee, call it merch Fucked a fine hoe and hit her with the farewell I don't kiss and tell, but I hit all these hoe's All these hoes goin' all these hoes triflin' All these hoes goin' I'ma one night her In the studio screamin': Nigga, with my homie Spider Know we jump out, smoke, I feel like Tigger, eyes of a tiger Don't even gas me up nigga, 'cause I'm Hank Hill We got propane for these niggas, still, huh I run up a mill, huh, they gon' run up for real, huh, in the foreign with bills, huh Lil Shawty bad as hell, if looks could kill I can this shit all by my lone, I don't need a deal No I ain't, I'ma king on a throne nigga, kneel, bitch, kneel Break the glass, I'm Shaquille O'Neal (shaq) Shawty drip God, all she do is spill All I do is pop drank, all I do is spill Roger rabbit on these hoes, you a damn snail You a turtle in the race, all you do is fail Grew up round trap gods, nigga they was whippin' bells Man we all black gods, nigga, get over yourself Belly with a hoe, trips overseas, tally on my goals, they change like the breeze Steady blowin' dope, I'm in the car, I can't even breathe Mama raised a God damn star, I'm a different breed Fuck the top tier, hoe pussy elite I'm like what's poppin'? Niggas don't want no smoke with me You know we pop shit Put your bitch ass on a tee, call it merch Fucked a fine hoe and hit her with the farewell I don't kiss and tell, but I hit all these hoe's All these hoe's goin' all these hoes triflin' All these hoe's goin' I'ma one night her