Tink – Signs Lyrics
Tink – Signs Lyrics. (That nigga Mak’ got the juice, oh)
[Verse 1]
I had a shorty I hit up when I’m out in Cali
Fuck in the Hills, hidin’ deep in the Valley
But I had to pick up a bag in Atlanta
But I keep it tight, boy, don’t worry about it
Baby, be worried, he know I got options
Bet that he scared to slide when we out in the Chi
Always fuckin’ on yachts, when we out in Miami
But I never post and he wonderin’ why
[Chorus]
‘Cause I can see the signs
