Haha
Aw yeah
You know what time it is
[It’s 3AM
And who the f#ck calling my phone
I got a bad #ss, thick, lil jawn keep calling my phone
That don’t mean I’m gon pick up
And my main b#tch went through my phone while I slept
She just text me “come pick yo sh#t up”
I could leave with another one of her right now, off of my get up
I’ll take yo b#tch while you standing right there
If you really gotta problem, n#gg#, get up
b#tch. Blattt
She told me she wanna suck up the dick
When I slide out of the p#ss#
You slide in your feelings
Saw she was choosing
And I did not care to ask if she was taken
That’s none of my business
I stretch hеr out like Pilates
Man you know my body
I hit my little dancе while I’m in it
You don’t want problems
I’ll call up my shottas
They’ll load up the chop, hit yo block and then spin it
Like a fidget
Make a snapback outcha fitted
Say they “bout that” til they in it
Now yo clown #ss acting different n#gg#
And we know that I get so mad
Need a road map when I’m tripping
You might end up toe tagged if I’m on that
I don’t hold back. Man, it’s simple yeah yeah yeah
You can catch me with the bandana ’round the head, I feel like Pac aye
“All Eyez On Me” when I say “Hit ‘Em Up” somebody getting dropped aye
They want “Street Fame,” so that’s what they “Do For Love”
Hit ’em with the “Ghetto Gospel,” “Only God Can Judge”
You can catch me with the bandana ’round the head I feel like Pac aye
“All Eyez On Me” when I say “Hit ‘Em Up” somebody getting dropped [Glrttt
“Against All Odds”, that’s what they “Do For Love”
Hit ’em with the “Ghetto Gospel,” “Only God Can Judge Me”
I wanna head overseas with a lil bitty b#tch kinda look like Beyoncé
Say that she straight but this b#tch that we met, make her want to switch teams like LeBron James
Shit, f#ck it. Let’s have us a threesome
I’m keeping my socks on
Record it, and keep it on my phone
Cause I don’t trust nobody
I be alone when I hit the road but I keep my pole shotty
I ain’t no ho, lil b#tch I’m a go
Man how you want to go ’bout it
Oh you sorry n#gg#? Shut the f#ck up
I cannot blame where I come from
A b#tch is the reason I’m f#cked up, aw yeah
Aye, I came a long way from being heartbroken
Now I’m that n#gg# with bad b#tches on him
Just poured a four in my cup
b#tch, I’m floatin’
Her p#ss# a drug
I’m OD, overdosing no
You can catch me with the bandana ’round the head, I feel like Pac aye
“All Eyez On Me” when I say “Hit ‘Em Up” somebody getting dropped aye
They want “Street Fame,” so that’s what they “Do For Love”
Hit ’em with the “Ghetto Gospel,” “Only God Can Judge”
You can catch me with the bandana ’round the head I feel like Pac aye
“All Eyez On Me” when I say “Hit ‘Em Up” somebody getting [Glrttt
“Against All Odds”, that’s what they “Do For Love”
Hit ’em with the “Ghetto Gospel,” “Only God Can Judge Me”
Aye, don’t forget I got the nose ring too, b#tch #ss n#gg#
Haha
On me
Sound Sound Sound
3 Side sh#t
b#tch
Sheesh
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