Yea yea yeah
That thing glued to me
Beatdemons in yo ear
Yeah
I’m clutching the beyblade the way I let my gun rip
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich
Asked her what she’s on she said some paper that make both of us
I came up out that dirty by myself n#gg#s wasn’t coaching us
This drank ain’t round a clip talking wockisha we can toast it up
I might get a little facial from your bay to help me sober up
The city claim lil quin the one lowkey that sh#t honoring
And any n#gg# play bound to get his issue I can promise you
I just hit yo chick and now I’m dipping like a condiment
She came to come swallow cause the condo look astonishing
Baby K came with some breast to flex should of did modeling
Ain’t just for some neck she asked for sex I won’t acknowledge you
Popped a Percocet just for the stressed and woke up vomiting (Damn)
New Baliency runners look like guns I be vibing em
Know we in the fields like some linemen how we tackle blocks
New cartier this forty one double M look like a apple watch
Known to sit em down just like a lounge we out here passing shots
Why you at the crib sitting on your #ss you want a bag or not?
I’m clutching the beyblade the way I let my gun rip (Boom Boom)
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip (run)
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah I did)
I ain’t want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me (we good)
I ain’t cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me
We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity (boom boom boom)
Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe cause she be choosing me (hate yo b#tch)
Then go hit the road for that new pack cause it got flew to me (it got flew)
n#gg#s leave they side when we come slide it happens usually
We the ones getting p#ss# n#gg#s kick out the community (p#ss#)
Whole click full of steppers they know all the shooters cool with me
They f#cking supporters they said Quincho and them some fan lovers
Ain’t no pick or choosers we will serve this to yo grandmother (damn)
Might go get that switch like a bad kid and make my hand stutter
I ain’t got to move at all, I’ll just let them bands touch ya
Come and play with quin the situation gone be hideous
Me and bro was outside all summer furb-a-findieous
Drop down a we (Pew-Pew-Pew-Boom) and show we serious
This stick will make a n#gg# say oooweeee like bobby bill (damn)
I’m clutching the beyblade the way I let my gun rip (Boom Boom)
I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip (run)
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah I did)
I ain’t want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me
I ain’t cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me
We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity
Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe cause she be choosing me
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