Angel wings on my back, I got {?} in my pocket
Shawty wan’ f#ck, now I’m feeling nauseous
Take off her shirt, take off her locket
She asked why I hate her, I’m just being honest
I hate being cautious
You make no deposits
Calling my phone, like, please, can you stop it?
Please, can you drop it?
Don’t f#ck with me, you gon’ get popped quick
You gon’ get popped quick
You gon’ get popped quick
Spin like some chopsticks
I think you lovesick
Only thing dripping is your #ss like a faucet
I start the waves like tsunami
I pop a bean, edamame
No f#cking way you could stop mе
Why don’t you cry to your mommy?
I catch you running with sticks like you’re Malfoy
I keep it clean, keep it frеsh like an Altoid
Bodied the beat, you would think I’m on ster#ids
Blow up your speakers, you call me a fat boy
Wait, yuh, that’s a rat boy
Woah, aye, {?}
Wait, oh, playin’ decoy
Let me {?} like I’m Blastoise
Bottle on my hand, but the devil on my shoulder
Smile on my face, b#tch I feel like joker
I’m getting older, {?}
Yea, she {?}, she did what I told her
Yeah, I’m in danger in the night
Couple percs got me right
First class, I take flight
Don’t say sh#t, don’t even try
I got it on me, so watch how you’re stepping
Big .45 on my waist, that’s a weapon
I’ll link up with september, we call that POOR CONNECTION
I just your shawty, she keep callin’, she keep textin’
In the ‘rrari, I be flexing
b#tch I keep that 30, I said, “f#ck the Smith & Wesson”
Skrt skrt
Pull up with your main b#tch, {?}
Yeah that be the gang b#tch (uh)
Yeah that be the gang b#tch (uh)
In the ‘rrari, got a lane switch
Yeah I’m in that ‘rrari
And I pull up to the party
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