Fix That

I was like, I was just thinkin' 'bout all that shit Oh yeah, I fix that shit Oh yeah, I fix that shit Oh yeah, I fix that shit Oh yeah, I fix that shit (bitch) Okay, I fix that shit (that shit) She broke, I'ma fix that bitch (that bitch) If I don't give her a key (no, no) Lil' ho gon' throw a fit (oh yeah) And I'm coolin' with my rode (my rode) With racks inside the trenches (the trenches) And I don't even care 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin') Fuck that, I love that riches (these riches) Okay, gotta get them riches (them riches) Lil' Melly be 'bout his business (his business) And your bitch wanna suck and fuck the crew for frontals and some inches (some inches) And, yeah, we got Givenchy (Givenchy) Got Gucci and Versace (Versace) Got Louis, Saint Laurent (Laurent) Her pussy wet, no pun (splash) Okay, okay, light on (on) We eatin' cinnamon ('mon) Toast brunch in the motherfuckin' mornin' (mornin') Do you wanna have a toast? (In the mornin') Your ho gon' brag and boast (oh no) That's why she cannot hang (can't hang) My niggas really slime, they Crip and Blood, they gang bang (they gang bang) My nuts, yeah, they gon' hang (they hang) That iron is what I slang (I slang) Slang dick inside your bitch too (your thot) Okay, yeah, this a coupe (a coupe) And it only could fit two So you know what I'm sayin' (I'm sayin') Lil' ho gon' fuck on Melly That dick gon' get to sprayin' (sprayin') Like a Febreze can when it hits ya, hits ya (pssh, pssh) These fans keep takin' these pictures, pictures (pssh, pssh) She stalkin' all over my Insta', Insta' But low-key, the bitch is a instigator And okay, I fix that shit (that shit) She broke, I'ma fix that bitch (that bitch) If I don't give her a key (no, no) Lil' ho gon' throw a fit (oh yeah) And I'm coolin' with my rode (my rode) With racks inside the trenches (the trenches) And I don't even care 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin') Fuck that, I love that riches (these riches) Okay, gotta get them riches (them riches) Lil' Melly be 'bout his business (his business) And your bitch wanna suck and fuck the crew for frontals and some inches (some inches) And, yeah, we got Givenchy (Givenchy) Got Gucci and Versace (Versace) Got Louis, Saint Laurent (Laurent) Her pussy wet, no pun (splash) I know that you're a snitch (snitch) And I know that you're a bitch (you a bitch) So don't play, boy, you know what's up (what's up?) Don't get them proper boys fucked up, you know we livin' like that Who you rob? Who you kill? Please tell me (please tell me, bitch) I put faith in you and fuck boy, you failed me (you failed me, bitch) Uh, but I'm still with the realest niggas that I ever had (on my son) And we tryna run up them fuckin' racks Can't take no distraction, my niggas stay 'bout that action (oh, no) Lil' Mell', just stay pistol packin', this isn't me, I calmed down I had to go and face the facts, the truth My young nigga rich as fuck and he tryna splash inside the pool Okay, I fix that shit (that shit) She broke, I'ma fix that bitch (that bitch) If I don't give her a key (no, no) Lil' ho gon' throw a fit (oh yeah) And I'm coolin' with my rode (my rode) With racks inside the trenches (the trenches) And I don't even care 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin') Fuck that, I love that riches (these riches) Okay, gotta get them riches (them riches) Lil' Melly be 'bout his business (his business) And your bitch wanna suck and fuck the crew for frontals and some inches (some inches) And, yeah, we got Givenchy (Givenchy) Got Gucci and Versace (Versace) Got Louis, Saint Laurent (Laurent) Her pussy wet, no pun Splash, splash Splash, splash Two-forty on the dash, yeah, yeah My laser on your mans, yeah, yeah Ridin' 'round with these expired tags Don't give a fuck, that .40 got extended mag