Dumb b#tch dumb b#tch dumb b#tch dumb b#tch
Aye, I got bad b#tches in my f#cking snapchat right now
Aye shoutout all the guys f#ck all the fakes, man
I don’t even f#ck with my own city, b#tch
On gang, free my f#cking twin
Only people I f#ck with the only people that f#ck with me on gang
On gang
I just got kicked out that b#tch crib like that sh#t was nothing, b#tch
Come on now (Shit was nothing b#tch, on folks)
Smoking real gas pack out a raw cone, dog bone
Toss it to your b#tch and make her walk home, g#dd#mn
Opp pack be busting out the J though, okay though
She a broke b#tch, man I hate those
This money in my pocket got me walking like my leg broke
I just turned a Xanny to a vortex in a Faygo
Got dreadheaded homies that shoot, I call them Tadoе
I can’t draw the line between a sidе b#tch and a main hoe
My shooters don’t get paid till next week, give them a hundred pills
Smoking so much flower you would swear we picking daffodils
If I dropped out of school it wouldn’t be hard for me to make a mill
You p#ssies just be lazy still, you speak to jakes I keep it real
All these checks I be finessing through my laptop, cashout
I just wore a shirt and let the tag out
All these goofies on my block, who let the fags out
Bags out, call up Willy he gon’ bring the Jag out
Smoking all this strong got me tweaking out
Make me call up Mackadoya he gon’ bring the heater out
My name a touchy subject so they watching who they speak about
I was in the field all day ain’t really trynna leave the house
Smoking all this strong got me tweaking out
Make me call up Mackadoya he gon’ bring the heater out
My name a touchy subject so they watching who they speak about
I was in the field all day ain’t really trynna leave the house
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