Whippin in a drop top Benz
With the Glock out
Motha f#ckas wanna talk sh#t
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
Bodies get to droppin
Like yung banshee with his tapes
Pull with a bad b#tch
I make her fall in love
When I’m kissin on her face
Aye
One time for this sh#t
I be stuck on the road
Sax fith
For my b#tch
She be covered in gold
Tryna get to the crib
When be whippin it slow
Hella faded in this b#tch
I said f#ck a parole
What u from my homies aye
Hella bandz with the gold
Inna fanny aye
Never the feel same
On road
Doin shows
Feelin hella pain
Written on a stone
They be diggin all my quotes
Yea they know my name
Hard to say
What I feel
But I’ll always say I’m chill
Hella tired
From the fu sh#t
Kung fu
Always tryna go and Just hit sh#t
Talkin bout
A blunt with b#tch sh#t
Woah
Catching 20 slugs fatboy
U Wannq do it Fosho
Smokin gas all the time
I wanna do it sum mo
Feel the same all the time
Its Like I don’t wanna go
Stay inside
Like my feelings
And i won’t let em show
Whippin in a drop top Benz
With the Glock out
Motha f#ckas wanna talk sh#t
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
Like
I Sent u in the sky
U a floatin balloon
Zip ties on ya bodies
Leave u cut up and bruised
What u think
Was finna happen
Bruh
U snooze and u lose
Patented leather
On the rims
Of my whip
Jus to match
With the fit
And then I’m takin ya b#tch
And Then Im passin her back
Because I know
How u feel
U wouldn’t wanna lose ur girl
To a dude
That could rap
Whippin in a drop top Benz
With the Glock out
Motha f#ckas wanna talk sh#t
But they never wanna pop out
Make me wanna pull up
To ya crib
I air the stock out
Pop pop
We gone show you what that talking sh#t do
He a p#ss# he gon press the issue
We be living life
sh#t eventful
Flip a pack and make it triple
What we do we make it simple
Drive the roof on the sh#t got no brains in it
Inside the coupe
With ya shawty give me brain in it
She f#ck with me
And she not like you
The same and sh#t
Shw f#ck with me
Just know she’ll Never be the same again
I know you mad cuz I turned to than more just ur friend
Imma send a f#ckin slug right inside his head
Make sure he’s dead
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