Bad b#tch tryna give me kiss
But i’d rather have ice sitting on the wrist
Pack yo bags right now, we can take a trip
Baby girl you a trip
Tripping on me while i’m tryna go make a flip
Michael jordan, need a ring and a championship
We don’t ball on the same court
Backwoods stuffed, gotta light it with a blow torch
Spit yo game, talk yo sh#t
Don’t call me n#gg# call yo b#tch
Back wood rolled, i got to light one
n#gg# zaza pounds, i got to price some
54 b#tches, i think i like one
n#gg# knock the p#ss# out like i’m mike tyson
Plane sliding on the landing strip
Lil b#tch, who you landing with, tryna dodge all the camera flicks
I know you hoping that yo man don’t see this sh#t
Riding with a heater
Cuz a n#gg# might get mad and call cheaters
And my weed louder than a speaker
Make her scream louder than a preacher
I remember sitting in the bleachers
Spit yo game, talk yo sh#t
n#gg# don’t call me n#gg# call yo b#tch
Back wood rolled, i got to light one
n#gg# zaza pounds, i’m tryna to price some
54 b#tches, i think i like one
n#gg# knock the p#ss# out like i’m mike tyson
54 b#tches, i think i like one
n#gg# knock the p#ss# out like i’m mike tyson
Spit yo game, talk yo sh#t
Don’t call me n#gg# call yo b#tch
Back wood rolled, i got to light one
n#gg# zaza pounds, i got to price some
54 b#tches, i think i like one
n#gg# knock the p#ss# out like i’m mike tyson
54 b#tches, i think i like one
n#gg# knock the p#ss# out like i’m mike ty-
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