Diet Dew Lyrics

Kicking hot beats these rhymes and cold writtens

Even when I couldn't walk I was standing on business

And I'm trynna touch the sky just to reach my limits

Even at five knew i was gone get it

That was a good choice

Faith driving us like a Rolls-Royce

Fake niggas hate

All fucking day

They all minute made

Good God

Tell me what I'm supposed to do with this creativity

I'm trynna spit this real but these niggas ain't feeling me

They signing all these deals and just spit negativity

I steady shake the devil but he trying to get at me

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a God damn minute

Let me stop playing with em

Hop in the van with it

Hop in the lamb with it

Know what I'm saying nigga?

Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it

All these damn leeches man I ain't been feeling em

Only problem is that they want all my Benjamins

Stripper hoe yeah I call that bitch cinnamon

When I watch her on the pole damn I feel like a kid again

I see a few hoes in the candy shop

I got the flow so sweet make the panties drop

I want the cheeks don't care you got a man or not

I'm on the prowl right now and I can't be stopped

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a God damn minute

Let me stop playing with em

Hop in the van with it

Hop in the lamb with it

Know what I'm saying nigga?

Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it