Damn son, where’d you find this?
Yeah, yeah
You finna die baby!
Okay, okay
Oh sh#t, bandingo in this?
You finna die baby (yeah)
I wonder if megan stallion ride the dick wit’ horsepower (yeah)
f#cked her once, now she love me, i f#cked this b#tch for four hours
Dingo just made her mad again, but i don’t think he give a f#ck
“that n#gg# wild”, that’s what they all say, play wit’ him the chopper goin’ up
I wonder if megan stallion ride the dick wit’ horsepower (yeah)
f#cked her once, now she love me, i f#cked this b#tch for four hours (four)
Dingo just madе her mad again and i don’t think he give a f#ck
“that n#gg# wild”, that’s what thеy all say, play wit’ him the chopper goin’ up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you ain’t god, i don’t trust you
I got louis v for my buckle
Me and dj lotion goin’ stupid
I told you i’d blow up from music
You said i wouldn’t, f#ck n#gg#, you stupid
Boy you still broke ’cause a b#tch goin’ through it
I made like a hunnid k off of my music
Said you gon’ rob me, lil’ n#gg#, come do it
And that b#tch in milwaukee huh?
Lil’ shorty f#cked my trust up, she just do dumb stuff (f#ck that ho’)
And she lucky that i’m over it
I was finna come and blow milwaukee up
f#ck milwaukee bucks, f#ck milwaukee rappin’
Who want smoke? ’cause b#tch, you know what’s up (let’s do it)
p#ss# n#gg#, i’ll shoot yo’ whole family crib up
Yeah, i’m finally over my ex, i’m happy again
Me and my money are friends
You play wit’ my benjamins
I’ma shoot your door hinge off and slide in
Big mac 11 show you what it is (yeah)
Send you to heaven, n#gg#, you a b#tch (yeah)
Call him 6ix9ine ’cause that n#gg# a snitch
Call him 6ix9ine ’cause that n#gg# a—ayy
I can’t spend money on ho’s no more
Got disappointed by this ho’ named brooklyn
I might f#ck yo’ wife
’cause i wanna get a taste of her homemade cookin’ (ooh la la)
Close range cookin’, wit’ a semi-automatic
Then i get to bookin’
Break the couch, wanna f#ck a n#gg# baby mama on the cushion
She said, “dingo so delicious”, told her, “call me dingolicious”
Grabbed the baby ‘k and you gotta know the sting come wit’ it
I can smell the fear in you, helen keller, i ain’t hearin’ you
So stop all that talkin’ before i dump ar rounds into your {?} coupe (brr)
I’m on top, i know you feel like sh#t ’cause you on the sewer level
And baby, i eat #ss, so wash yo’ butt, i don’t like booty pebbles
This n#gg# came in here with fake red bottoms and blue denim jeans
Wit’ a lakers jersey, lookin’ like a big #ss bowl of fruity pebbles (n#gg# you look like a clown)
Like led, you goin’ blue, shorty got an std and she stink
n#gg# you f#cked her, you on that wave, well i promise that you gon’ sink
b#tch i’m a mad dog, i don’t think
Up the heat and you and satan gon’ link
n#gg# keep actin’ big you gon’ shrink
Drop the led on a n#gg#, no ink (ink, uh)
b#tch, i’m a lion, told my momma if i get killed, she can wear me as a mink (uh-huh)
And if i want a b#tch, i’ma tell her that you a cornball, you’re a wink
Ugly b#tch, i know you tryna take advantage, get the f#ck around my dream
b#tch, i ain’t stupid, you just tryna f#ck me to rub me, lil’ hoe, you better rethink
I wonder if megan stallion ride the dick wit’ horsepower
f#cked her once, now she love me, i f#cked this b#tch for four hours (four)
Dingo just made her mad again, but i don’t think he give a f#ck
“that n#gg# wild”, that’s what they all say, play wit’ him the chopper goin’ up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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