Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hit her one time then I dip
If I see her pint a lean then I take a sip
Got that girl, got Designer on my hip (Huh)
I got my faygo
Wore my {?} hoe
Everyday I got my gun
We getting cases closed
He on payroll
Everyday we shoot for fun
Yeah, sippin’ wock till my heart stop
Oh lord
If that n**** try send him to the motherf#cking lord
I be shooting shifts so I gotta up my pole
She don’t want you anyway, you should really let her go
Dior, dior on my toes
You know C.O.B man we never trusted, never trusted hoes
If you running up you know how, know how it goes
She won’t go away, tell that b#tch to go
She want my number
And I call her
I don’t f#ck with thots
Said f#ck her harder
I’m that slaughter
On the way
I might have to run away
See you guys another day
Where I go you can’t stay, we gon’ put you in your place
She like D Rose
Told me on all her bros
Put some tape on that b#tch, I don’t know
I got my faygo
Wore my {?} hoe
Everyday I keep my gun
We getting cases closed
He on payroll
Everyday we shoot for fun
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