AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)
Not nann’ b#tch in the world look like this (Nann’)
G5, hair wrapped up, pop a iced bottle of the Cris (Cris, ah)
b#tch, I was really broke, f#ck I look like tryna go and diss? (f#ck I look like?)
f#ck I look like sendin’ shots and not makin’ every hit? (Huh?)
b#tches gettin’ sh#t confused, go and check the news
p#ss# real tight, got a good squish
Fat lips only, got no lisp, big AP on small wrist
Coulda paid for it but I rather him (Yep)
b#tch, I’m on ten, keep the lights dim
Top notch b#tch, far from a den (b#tch)
Yeah, look, step in the buildin’, I walk through the
She get wet when I talk to her
It’s probably me and four shooters
Every b#tch that I’m meetin’, they all knew us
Every n#gg# you run with is all losers
All this ice on my wrist, we all jewelers
Bust a move and I’m orderin’ more movers
(Bust a move and I’m orderin’ more movers)
Ha, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, look
I get the drill done (Ha)
You n#gg#s gon’ make me drill somethin’
Another n#gg# dead and I don’t feel nothin’ (Brrd, baow)
Yeah, look, my n#gg#s will pull up and kill somethin’
This is not a movie, this is real guns
(This is not a movie, we got real guns)
Huh, hop in the V, go to the hood and the topic is me
When I was down, I was broke but i told ’em
I knew I’d be rich by the top of the week
n#gg#s is talkin’ ’bout we alike
I’m like “Nah, n#gg#, you just copyin’ me”
Boy, i been outside for a long time
p#ss#, you just got in the streets (Aye, Aye, City Girls sh#t)
Yeah, say you gotta pay for this (n#gg#, f#ck you thought?)
Say you gotta pay for this, ain’t no free nuts
n#gg# better get his cheese up
Suck the p#ss# like a freeze cup
Eat it while I hold my knees up (JT)
I just got my hair did to sh#t on hoes like it’s a hobby (Yeah)
Every b#tch that hate on me got an ugly face and a botched body (Hahaha)
I ain’t goin’ there, that’s an opp party (Nah)
I’m a bad b#tch, I’m a Black Barbie
Any n#gg# I call “bro,” they f#ck b#tches and catch bodies
Ain’t no more play time, they like “Cut the lights” it’s daytime
I told my n#gg# he better act right
‘Cause to f#ck with me, it’s a wait line
b#tch better move when I come through
Fine, short thick sh#t, I’m like 5’2”
Don’t wanna kick it or I don’t wanna be cool
Beefin’ with who? b#tch, I don’t know you
I don’t c#ck block or cop pleas
I’m the baddest b#tch on your news feed
Y’all got spin, but who the newsfeed?
(Y’all got spin, but who the newsfeed?)
I’m in the sky box, you in the nose bleeds
Fly b#tches need privacy
Shy n#gg# say “Hi” to me, broke boys say “Bye” to me
Period
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