My b#tch finna leave man this hoe always trippin’
My brodie totin’ on a baby draco off prescriptions
These p#ss# n#gg#s only talking reckless through the mentions
I’ll beat a n#gg# #ss and throw his #ss in detention
I’m hella slimey wipe a n#gg# nose and keep it pushin
All these b#tches in the mall can’t stop looking
She f#ck me like my wife but that b#tch already tooken
Only time these n#gg#s pressing
I know my b#tch hate it when I’m off this lean
Wasn’t f#cking with them n#gg#s so I made my own team
Remeber when I spent 700 dollars on some jeans?
Damn, my daddy told me I was trippin’
He don’t know I was really out here balling like a Piston
He don’t know I made a flippin’ but a bell on my chicken
Lemme turn the speaker down cause that n#gg# might listen
That n#gg# be capping in every rap he a liar
He ain’t ever caught a case or seen a homicide
He ain’t finna make it to the top that n#gg# finna die
That’s all I hear from a hating #ss broke n#gg# named
Get reaction from an old n#gg#
That n#gg# claim he from the south but he told n#gg#
Faggot #ss, in that dirty house, he getting n#gg#
Damn I ain’t finna take it there
Got so much f#cking cake I got cake to share
I ain’t finna put it in if I see one inch of hair
She love it when I put my chain on and see the glare
*Watch this*
It ain’t no way I can let a b#tch play me
Give a f#ck about a scat, I’m tryna pull up in Mercedes
My brothers still servin n#gg#s crack like it’s the eighties
But this weapon from the navy
Cop the VPN I’m finna get a lil busy
I just poured another fo with big unc we getting dizzy
Every time she give me neck I leave her hair a little frizzy
I can send a bow to north korea no kizzy
Lizzy, Mariah, Alexis, Alina
Four b#tches that I f#cked with Aquafina
And my missy kinda mad cause I called her #ss a beaner
I ain’t gonna lie I miss my bitty with the beamer
n#gg# want a perc 30 well that’s an 80 ball
Seen a lot of sh#t but on the beat can’t say it all
Do a n#gg# sleaze with a bat like baseball
Why the f#ck you never tryna smoke?
Because I hate yall
n#gg#s always on my phone talking gun play
b#tches stay mad when they leave they can’t stay
Baby we not talking about money, you gotta pay
In the field but we at home, don’t go away
Ion like these b#tches I just feel a little lonley
And I got a couple shooters in the gang they not coney
I don’t say the word cause that sh#t is hella phoney
Baby finna ride a n#gg# dick just like a poney
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