I was right by the corner, with yo’ b#tch, we playing poker
We send hella shots, hella shots to yo’ crew
We f#cking up this sh#t
Yeah we trapping out the crib
I tap out on a Sunday yeah I tap out on a Thursday
Play with us, little b#tch, and you get yo’ #ss burnt
We send hella shots, hella shots to yo’ crew
We f#cking up this sh#t
Yeah we trapping out the crib
I tap out on a Sunday yeah I tap out on a Thursday
Play with us, little b#tch, and you get yo’ #ss burnt
Hundred one shots, little b#tch
Hundred one shots, little b#tch
Hundred one shots, little b#tch
Hundred one shots, little b#tch
We outside, littlе b#tch
I told that hoe stop b#tching
Hundred one shots, littlе b#tch
Hundred one shots, little b#tch
And we pouring fours, it’s a motherf#cking vibe
Get out my way, you is my motherf#cking child
Trying to send shots, need to rethink yo life
They trying to take what is mine, sh#t I’ll take what you have
You ain’t a big problem ‘my head
FN be holding ’bout like twenty
Yeah, yeah
f#ck ’round, we shooting at your eyes
sh#t they coming, grab the fire
Yeah little b#tch, you out of line
Back there, we ain’t sip no wine
Double cup, that’s what I like
Double cup, that’s what we on
She want me, I’m like oh no
I don’t need no petty hoe
She wan’ talk, I don’t give a f#ck
They keep talking, they some hoes
Take a guess you want some more?
He was posted now he fold
Push the pedal then we gone
Push the pedal then we gone
We showed up but they just froze
Bust the door, they turn to hoes
All black wraith, I cut some hoes
Let them know that’s how I roll
Keep that draco, then they gone
Tinted windows, keep it low
My AP psycho, Post Malone
My diamonds glitching, man you know
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