Fine Wit Dat ft. Yung Deco Lyrics

God damn i'm smoking hillard pack

Deco rolling woods back to back having asthma attacks

Got so many hoes I can pick and choose off the rack

Yeah you can have my old hoe, yeah i'm fine with that

Brain so good almost had a damn heart attack

Bitch ate the dick like god damn shark attack

God damn I smoke more than Wiz Khalifa

Bitch head game so fire I had to nickname her sativa

This chop got big titties like a mothafuckin' diva

Bitch slid in my DM's but I had to cut her off

Nigga think he was tough, I could tell that he soft

Bitch take your shoes off, no dirtying my loft

I be swerving in & out these lanes, damn you can't stop me

By the way he hold that gun I can tell he shoot sloppy

Bitch begging for the dick, I told her just top me

I'm still waiting for my fucking opps to come drop me

They don't wanna do it nigga, they don't wanna take a risk

Sometimes you gotta take a chance to ice out your wrist

Sometimes you gotta take that chance to get a bad bitch

What I'm smoking on? Hillard pack, you rolling cabbage

Bitch asked do I miss her? huh, maybe a tad bit

But you gon' have to try to upgrade cuz you still average

I got my own car and crib, god damn I'm really having it

Disappeared on that lil bitch like a magic trick

Just got a text like, damn where'd you go?

Had to go & get some money, had to go & hit the road

I can serve you a pack and a bowl in 1 load

If you ain't got no bands for me bitch you can go

I told that bitch you can leave

Just spread some bands out you can call that a sleeve

Just spent $300 on some damn purple jeans

God damn I'm fresh as a bitch, my fit too clean

You can't afford what I wear

When I hop out the car these bitches stop and stare

Nigga reach for a chain, huh, don't you dare

My nigga pull up broad day and shoot you there

Off White drip, I be fresh as hell (bitch)

Dior my cologne, can't you tell? (can't you smell?)

My granny said I'm going to hell, I'm the devil

Tell em bury me with them racks in a all gold shovel

Juice Lord rock designer, yeah that's heavy metal

Juice Lord build a bitch like Japedo

Rolling woods, I'll smoke a whole forest

Bitch my life a movie like Chuck Norris

I be in Cali more than a tourist

Bitch I'm a Texas nigga rockin' shirts from Europe

God damn, drip so fantastic

Hopped out, jugged a nigga like 'dag nab it'

Take a picture lil bitch yeah this fit magnificent

Diamonds different colors, but I ain't gay like Thugnificent

Nigga play, he gon' lay up in the wilderness

All up in that bitch throat is where my children is

Juice Lord stand on biz, yeah the businesses

Juice Lord stand on biz, I'm a business man

Bitch said she don't like me but she follow me on Instagram

Juice Lord blow racks, ceiling fan

Juice lord blow racks, get em back, so I don't give a damn

Wrist hitting, god damn