Lil’ b#tch
Aye, aye
This shit’s boutta go hard as f#ck
Shh, let’s keep it secret
Big cannon in the whip like a tank [f#ck
I ain’t never seen my opps at the bank
He tried to run when I pulled out that shank [lil’ b#tch]
Hoe sl#ts do somethin’ for the Instagram [let’s go
Take his bag then I’m slidin’ like the middleman [man
Take his b#tch then I turn her to a Insta fan
Take her out then I treat her to a mini van [van]
I’m bald now but I f#ck man, tough luck
A hot sl#t suckin’ dick for a quick buck [uh huh, uh huh
Snortin’ lines off my dick hope it’s not cut [what
Your chick’s throat’s only good for a quick nut
Only thing I know is run to them bands [them bands
I don’t know you we is not shakin’ hands [nah uh
Big chop make him do a lil’ dance [lil’ dance
Big Glock knock a p#ss# out his stance [lil’ b#tch]
Took her to thе five star, b#tch I’m not crazy
Diamonds on my wrist blue, b#tch my hair wavy [wavy
Codeinе got me slumped, got my eyes glazy
Got the Cuban on my ankle and the diamonds brazy
It was my head that your b#tch had caressed
Call me Hitman for the way that I dress
Dick so big that your b#tch want it less
I promise I’ll shoot because I am depressed [depressed]
Big 40 on me, I am not boxin’ [no I’m not
Fat wood rolled up b#tch I smoke toxins [gas
I don’t really give a f#ck, hold a b#tch hostage [huh]
Caught cases while I’m slidin’ in the Cadillac
Popped out then I hit ’em with the heart attack [attack
Beat his #ss then I went and got my baggie back
Drop top Rolls Royce and the windows black
Jumpin’ from crackhouse to function
Robitussin got me f#cked up at the junction [junction
You don’t wanna date me you’ll live in dysfunction
I just get high and write nouns and conjunctions [uh huh]
I be in the function sippin’ on some wockhardt
Run up on him choppa sing like a popstar [popstar
G20 on me b#tch I’m a glockstar [glockstar
Bad b#tch, good throat got my c#ck hard [b#tch]
Just like BBC, I got 8 inches [big dick
Dick so big pull it out and the b#tch flinches [flinches
Trigger finger got it on me I don’t need switches
I don’t really f#ck with hoes, I don’t need b#tches [don’t]
Bars are so flaming, please call me Cheeto
f#ck on your cycle, call me a mosquito
Dick so thick that I named it burrito
Gotta go I’m on my seventh Mojito [what, what]
Smokin’ on good gas got it lookin’ hazy [gas
Fool wanna cop a verse then he gotta pay me [gimme money
Sippin’ on that drank got me feelin’ lazy [lazy
I ain’t tryna eat the #ss, is you crazy? [nah uh]
They said I’m cheatin’ so I pulled up in the Mini Coop’ [coop
Cannot shoot me cause I got ’em in the hyperloop
20shots man, we’re on the track
It tickles me pink when she licks on my sack [hehe]
Yo, we f#ckin’ did it
Bye bye
b#tch
Bye
Gang sh#t, 2022, we out here, we out here
I’m boutta get high as f#ck
I’m boutta get drunk as f#ck
b#tch
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WARLRD Lyrics – 20SHOTS