ishaan the rit god – end of discussion lyrics
[intro: ishaan]
back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
n+gga you capping, when you could be out here hustling b+tch
i told that boy to back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
he called with bands, hung up the phone, end of discussion, b+tch
[verse 1: ishaan the rit god]
just hopped up, my phone banging while i’m sleep
it’s some thick ass b+tches, it’s some n+ggas with them sheets
i’m gon’ make this cheese while my producer make the beats
b+tch, i’m kd, i’m dropping buckets every week
i hate a b+tch ass n+gga, i hate a hoe who like to creep
i hate that cheap ass jacket that you put on week after week
i’m the got d+mn farmer, i got that chicken next to me
strap glock 23, that micheal jordan checking me
freaky b+tch, i just popped her then i peeled like ecstasy
you act loud, imma treat you like a child, destiny
ya’ll can’t teach me how to cook because i made the recipe
how i live so long? i guess jehovah blessing me
n+gga, to be honest
this b+tch got long hair like pocahontas
her s+xy thick ass, she shake that sh+t fast
barbecuing like yo uncle larry
i got chicken dinners ordered up to february
[hook: ishaan]
i told that b+tch to back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
n+gga you capping, when you could be out here hustling b+tch
i told that n+gga back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
he called with bands, hung up my phone, end of discussion, b+tch
i told that n+gga back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
n+gga you capping, when you could be out here hustling b+tch
i told that n+gga back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
he called with bands, hung up my phone, end of discussion, b+tch
[verse 2: detroit l+o]
destroy yo whole crew in one section
they called me an assh0l+ when a n+gga wrecked em (r+ct+m)
n+ggas think they fly, cuz they caught up in the trap
too fly up in the trap, f+ck around and feel the clamp
if i rub my fingers together, that mean i’m getting snaps
disrespect gon’ make me rub my fingers differently and snap
dagger with the lyrics, n+gga ain’t nothing nice
i’m so sharp, i can come to a complete stop on ice
speak loud on these n+ggas, now i’m waking up the sheep
n+ggas lightweight, i sn+tch the rug right from under yo feet
ya’ll n+ggas coked up and weeded
that’s the reason i get paper, it’s cuz a n+gga feel like i don’t need it
this imaginary bag that you little b+tches chasing
but you lying, you on facetime with yo girl caking
n+ggas straying from the truth
the same sh+t i say on my post is what a n+gga spit up in the booth n+gga
[hook: ishaan]
i told that b+tch to back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
n+gga you capping, when you could be out here hustling b+tch
i told that n+gga back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
he called with bands, hung up my phone, end of discussion, b+tch
i told that n+gga back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
n+gga you capping, when you could be out here hustling b+tch
i told that n+gga back back, stop d+ck sucking b+tch
he called with bands, hung up my phone, end of discussion, b+tch
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