Ay, don’t call us
Don’t text us
Don’t be coming around here no more bro
These ain’t no f#cking games bro
Stop playing with us
(ooooh, sorry pretty boy)
(yeah we blast heat
This sh#t get nasty
Your body stashed in a taxi
You dead for facts, b
Don’t approach us when we relaxing
Up in the backseat with two baddies
Tryna ride all on the jett they call me daddy)
Yeah we blast heat
This sh#t get nasty
Your body stashed in a taxi
You dead for facts, b
Don’t approach us when we relaxing
Up in the backseat with two baddies (ay)
Tryna ride all on the jett they call me daddy
Somebody flipped on a switch
All of this money i’m stacking you’d think that i’m mitch
Ain’t even tryna convince
I made more money last night than you paying for rent
Stephen curry with the swish
All of you b#tches can bow down and suck’eth a dick
You hoes are nasty
I’m tryna find someone classy
Keepin’ it real with the classics, ay
Energy you could not match it, ay
Feelings you better not catch’em, ay
Blicky got all the attachments, ay
m#th*rf#ck*r i’m a b#stard, ay
The day that i take my last breath and they put me to rest
I’ll be flipping you off from my casket, ay
Lil b#tch, lil b#tch
How you gon’ f#ck up the bro code?
How you gon’ turn on the gang like you don’t know?
f#cking on your homie’s ex is a no-go
p#ss# you more of a ho than that ho, though
You never been a real, you is a whole joke
We do not f#ck with you, you is not kinfolk
Do not pull up broly you do not want smoke
These ain’t no subs p#ss# i wanna provoke
Ho’s before bros so that makes you a b#tch
Why ain’t i shocked you the one to go switch
Try and pull up on us homie you will get hit
p#ss# you lucky you ain’t in a ditch
Short little f#ck we don’t see eye to eye
Got no respect for a b#tch with no pride
You know where i hang, bro you know where i reside
So if there’s a problem you know where to slide
I’m a homewrecker, but i would never switch up
On my brothers and f#ck on they ex bruh
sh#t i could never, f#ck over one of my day ones
Cuz i was just itching for neck bruh
Better not test us, got no love for you
Untrustworthy b#tches to us you are dead bruh
Homie remember, if you see us in the streets
Just know we applying that pressure, yuh
(pressure, pressure)
Shut up b#tch
(pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure)
f#ck a b#tch, uh yeah
(pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure)
Shut up b#tch
(pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure)
f#ck a b#tch, uh yeah
Shut up b#tch
(pressure, pressure, pressure)
f#ck a b#tch, uh yeah
Shut up b#tch, yuh
(pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Lil b#tch, lil b#tch, lil b#tch
Pressure, pressure, pressure)
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