Shantierra

This is for my exes
Know it’s reckless
But we never used protection
Heard you’re pregnant
That’s something I need to know
Like hold the setlist
Should’ve said this
All this time that we was texting
Like you wasn’t fucking me 6 weeks ago
What if I show up at your momma house?
Pull up there unannounced
Don’t have me run up at your brother door
Don’t give me that run around
Baby girl, baby come to the door
Let’s keep it professional
Or I’ll get to busting
And you’ll get to cursing
And trying to put me in jail
And I know the you that you said
Died a long time ago
And I know the lies
That you keep to yourself
Pimp C taught me hustling pussy, selling ass
I’m the man
I’m the man you should know
Mr. Hundred Grand
Breaking bands on the hoes
Don’t try to understand
Boy you can’t, boy you won’t
Cause I’m like Jackie Chan
With that pan, with the stove
I told you this was lit, yeah it’s lit
This the whole one
Girl, this ain’t Nick that you did
That’s the old one
So unless you wanna turn your bitch
Into my fucking bitch
Then I’d advise you show respect
Before woop woop, there it is
Don’t play with me nigga
I’m not with the shits
Call Shantierra
I’m caught with the bricks
If my exes gon tell it
I’m hitting them reckless
But word to momma
Was not with the fist
I popped Lateanna
She worked at McDonalds
I wanted the fries
But she wanted the dick
Rushing the boy like she got on a blitz
Bouncing that ass like it’s not on the list
Bet this the one that my niggas remember
One of one bitch, hope we not in September
Little mama don’t want it if it’s not off the boat
If it land at your door
Then return it to sender
Lord Guapo, young king of the yayo
And he move it whenever I say so
And not PJ but all about my bankroll
And that’s word to Sho, Nishy and Nando
Know the you that you said
Died a long time ago
And I know the lies
That you keep to yourself
Pimp C taught me hustling pussy, selling ass
Your’e mine, you’re mine
You’re mine, you’re mine
For life, for life
For life, for life, for life