I cannot trust none dese women
But f#ck it Im hittin regardless
My chain make me look like a martian
No Martin and Gina
Just green in my garden
My n#gg#s still trap out apartments
I’m begging your pardon
Like what the f#ck you n#gg#s startin
You more like a b#tch cause you barking
She cheat and she leave you cold hearted
Just hand me my sh#t that b#tch inna compartment
My stick bout to sing like John Martin
Hook:
I bought her a Birkin Bag
N I hand her my piece so she carry that
You aint ridin wit gang wit yo scary #ss
N that b#tch is my slime what you talking bout n#gg#
She ride on my dick like a chariot
How you talking for real you n#gg#s rats
I keep one or two on me Im loading my gat
N that b#tch is my slime what you talking bout n#gg#
Verse:
Wе up in yo city ride round wit dem drakes
N my lil n#gg# Pyro Ski maskеd with some bape
N i got me bout 11 or 13 f#ck jakes
n#gg# I do not fight you catch shells to the face
n#gg# its simple
Its either you die or you civil
My n#gg#s is dogs and this money like kibble
Watch after my brother cause that n#gg# little
Two face how I figure yo fate with a nickel
I’m sick of these b#tches on god
You ain’t gotta stick u a fraud
So my n#gg#s aint going in either
If she don’t want f#ck I’m respecting her wishes
We wit the piranhas you swim with the fishes
They watching my chain cause that bih really glisten
She tell me f#ck harder her p#ss# it gripping
Down bad on my dick n that b#tch had me trippin
My n#gg#s some lizards I’m calling you kipplin
Im sick of these n#gg# irrelevent
Look at yo wallet in deficit
You is a rook i’m a veteran
I put that on mamas
My ex b#tch too bhad like Madonna
No good times Hakuna Matta
My stick only cut like a barber
She wearing a choker no collar
My ex give me brain like a scholar
My strap call it medal of honor
I cannot trust none dese women
But f#ck it Im hittin regardless
My chain make me look like a martian
No Martin and Gina
Just green in my garden
My n#gg#s still trap out apartments
I’m begging your pardon
Like what the f#ck you n#gg#s startin
You more like a b#tch cause you barking
She cheat and she leave you cold hearted
Just hand me my sh#t that b#tch inna compartment
My stick bout to sing like John Martin
Hook:
I bought her a Birkin Bag
N I hand her my piece so she carry that
You aint ridin wit gang wit yo scary #ss
N that b#tch is my slime what you talking bout n#gg#
She ride on my dick like a chariot
How you talking for real you n#gg#s rats
I keep one or two on me Im loading my gat
N that b#tch is my slime what you talking bout n#gg#
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