Sometimes eliii3 eat it too
Make it rain in the club like a weather machine
High tech in the cup, so i’m lettin’ it bleed
Bad b#tch next to me
She gon’ get on her knees
I was in the v.i.p
Sippin’ promethazine
I was too f#cked up, but i walked through the front
〈.?.〉, mask up but i’m stuck in the cut
We was broke, it was tough
It was broke, 〈.?.〉
Bad hoes get f#cked in the back and the front
Ten 〈.?.〉, she got one in her butt
I got one in the head, i got two in the front
Got 2 glocks cocked and they rеady to bust
Two twin turbos, you get left in the dust
3 hoеs on the dick, it’s 30 the clip
I got m#lfs tryna f#ck over 30 and sh#t
I just poured up a 4, i’m lettin’ it sit
Take a hit of my cup and she ended up sick
Bustin’, bustin’, bustin’
This stick finna keep on bustin’
Bustin, bustin’, bustin’
This stick finna keep on bustin’
Like it or love it, i’m way too above it
These hoes wanna f#ck and they know i’m a double
I get paid double
I don’t ever love ’em
These hoes gettin’ by, like a genie, i rub ’em
Watch how all these snakes move, it’s always 〈.?.〉 you
How many times i come from that? can i take the f#ckin noose?
Lost up in your diary, i can’t take it, despite it
You wanna go on fight on me but that sh#t for the guidance
Truth or not, i’m sorry
I was just not dyin’
I can’t go to town on the night
Facin’ all this 〈.?.〉
Coke up in my nostrils
〈.?.〉 capsules
Hopin’ i get closer to the bottom of my downfall
Movin bricks downtown, yeah, this sh#t is u-haul
Make my money dance
I be smokin’ thrax
Count my money, man
Like, i don’t give a damn
Count my money, man
I don’t give a damn
Yuh, yuh
How many times i gotta go insane?
Yuh
I been tryin’ 〈.?.〉
83
What would you do for a benzo?
Clip longer than a limo
Dick her down, give her the extendo
Don’t want no kisses, got xo’s
You can keep both of your legs closed
I’m rockin’ fendi and rick owen’s
I got a fully, i been totin’
They plottin’ on me, i been knowin’
Body in the bag, it’s been snowin’
You at the top ’till you wake up
Ain’t shootin’ sh#t, put the drac’ up
All of this drank in my cup
〈.?.〉, i beat it up
Old friends hate when they see i’m up
I’m at the function, i’m tee’d up
Whole life changed when they meet us
Don’t approach me ’cause b#tch i’m trappin’
Pretendin’ on me just to fill they pockets
〈.?.〉, b#tch, you know you can’t stop it
〈.?.〉 green goblin
Shorty ready, yo’ hoe give me that noggin
Movin’ steady, all i know is make profits
〈.?.〉, make his #ss spit knowledge
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