Ribbon Lyrics

Been moving too different, my steppas they militant

Know I ain't 50, can't ride round with many men

I call up Lul Dos, mortal kombat he finish em'

Keep serving that huff, now his trap is diminishing

Got snakes in the grass , can't go out, I'm trimmin' it

If Q on his ass, his target ain't missing

I feel like the man, I ain't talking no Michelin

I'm really the one, where the fuck is my ribbon at?

Give a fuck if it hurt keep it 100 with me

I can't go out like, keep a 100 with me

Said I'm not her type but she fuckin' with me

I can't wife a treesh she gon' fuck on the team

They got perfect sight, choppa came with a beam

Been high as kites, I been sippin' the lean

Real nigga, you can skip all the screening

I hit that bitch and now she moaning & creaming

Lately been fighting my demons

I'm dropping that shit you gon' crank through your speakers

Got his hand on his heart like it's pledge of allegiance

I don't know why he talking that little boy reaching

And fuck being local take over the region

I kept discovering all of your secrets

And it's making me change my mind

I put in the work now they way behind

Yeah he got a lil' purp ain't the same as mine

When I'm in it that pussy outrageous

Know I can't fuck with niggas I'm racist (huh)

This five star bitch, think she blasian (huh)

And I'm smoking exotic it's blazin' (huh)

Bitch I'm all about racks I ain't chasing her

And my steppas mask down like they Jason (huh)

I take my time

When I get in it she telling me slow down

I'm steady snatching her soul out

Can't wait till I have a show & that bitch sold out

Ain't fucking with me now I bet they will by then

I stopped rocking v-lone I never needed friends

Lil Dos got a cannon could hit you through the lens

Ain't shooting no video

Designer on my body, check the material

My bitch she wet just like the ocean like Ariel that boy ran into Q, got hit with the Lariat

Lul bitch I'm taking over, ain't even making it

I tell them all my dreams they think I'm a maniac

Now they hear my songs they wanna go play me back

Couple niggas they still owe me won't pay me back

Mariah Carey, all the beats know I piggyback my gang don't give a fuck they pull up like gimme dat

If I go broke no I'm fixing that

No no no I cannot go for that

Lul nigga you know you a hoe for that

Oh that was your bitch I'ma fold her back

Ain't know I was him well I told her that (I told her)

She keep on calling and calling again

She tryna come run it back

Smoking Reggie Bush no running back

Ain't no coming back

Been moving too different my steppas they militants

No I ain't 50 can't ride round with many men

I call up lil Dos, Mortal Kombat he finish em'

he serving that huff now his trap is diminishing

Got snakes in the grass can't go out I'm trimmin' it

If Q on his ass, his target ain't missing it

I feel like the man I ain't talking no Michelin

I'm really the one where the fuck is my ribbon at?

(Where the fuck is my ribbon at)

Where the fuck is my ribbon at?

(Where the fuck is my ribbon at)

(Takeover)