Shawty casting spells yea I call that hoe sabrina
She a thic chick, misfit, bad asf Latina
Riding thru the city u can catch me in the beamer
If that p#ss# talking sh#t then we goin pull up wit that Nina
Shawty casting spells yea I call that hoe sabrina
She a thic chick, misfit, bad asf Latina
Riding thru the city u can catch me in the beamer
If that p#ss# talking sh#t then we goin pull up wit that Nina
Hop inside the whip
Money on my wrist
I just shot a flick
Baddies wit dem ticks
I just wanna count and spend it on sum kicks
Blew a couple racks that’s how I do biz
Shawty really run it, cause I’m spendin hunnids
She see my income and she flash
I make a hit and I dip wit the bag
Hop in foreign, yea I’m in a jag
Finna boost it, one two punch leave em toothless, left right left right that boi goin b snoozing
I just wanna run this, pop smoke leave em clueless
We Rushing (russian) him like our last name was putin
Making these hits and I’m taking the throne
To many millys I did on my own
Yea the king of aesthetics when I’m in my zone
Just pass that mic we can go toe to toe
Shawty casting spells yea I call that hoe sabrina
She a thic chick, misfit, bad asf Latina
Riding thru the city u can catch me in the beamer
If that p#ss# talking sh#t then we goin pull up wit that Nina
Shawty casting spells yea I call that hoe sabrina
She a thic chick, misfit, bad asf Latina
Riding thru the city u can catch me in the beamer
If that p#ss# talking sh#t then we goin pull up wit that Nina
Shawty casting spells yea I call that hoe sabrina
She a thic chick, misfit, bad asf Latina
Riding thru the city u can catch me in the beamer
If that p#ss# talking sh#t then we goin pull up wit that Nina
Shawty casting spells yea I call that hoe sabrina
She a thic chick, misfit, bad asf Latina
Riding thru the city u can catch me in the beamer
If that p#ss# talking sh#t then we goin pull up wit that Nina
That crowd start jumping
Spray you down I’m talking bout that nina
Ima cause no Russian
No I cannot see you p#ss# b#tches
Ima need a compass
f#ck that b#tch so hard I swear to god
That she gone need some crutches
b#tch that #ss boutta make me act up
Broke #ss boy go and get your bands up
I’m with a blonde b#tch like tana
Doing the dash up in that phantom
Pouring a four up in my Fanta
Pull up wit Tecca b#tch no ransom
You just a p#ss# boy you a random
You just a p#ss# boy you a random
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