Ha, yeah, ha
I just bought a brand new stick, I dont got no fees
Walk out with that glick, and that boy was sayin’ “No please”
, well that boy gettin no feat
Had them talkin down on my gun, make them hoes bleed
Tell that hoe leave
b#tch, you talkin way too much
Walk up to my crib, we got drugs, hold guns
[All that] Ketchup
That lil boy hold 1s
Walk up in the function, told yo b#tch to shake her #ss
You thinkin I’m a b#tch, I’d beat yo #ss
You all up on my dick, boy touch grass
b#tch on my dick, she wanna blow me like some brass
Glass
My pockets on that fat sh#t, b#tch
I just bought a brand new stick, I dont got no fees
Walk out with that glick, and that boy was sayin’ “No please”
, well that boy gettin no feat
Had them talkin down on my gun, make them hoes bleed
Tell that hoe leave
b#tch, you talkin way too much
Walk up to my crib, we got drugs, hold guns
Ketchup
That lil boy hold 1s
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