Lyrics
Bitch ass nigga
What the fuck wrong with you nigga
Shut da fucking doe man
Puss ass
This that 47 shit
Let these pussy niggas know I'm still standing nigga
Y'all fucked up
Y'all let the wrong young nigga get rich
I got a gap in my teeth
But I'd rather spend the bread on putting this ice in my wrist
I might just ice out your bitch
Buy her a grill so I can feel ice on my dick
I'm just a country nigga
I'll buy me some land before I spend some money on Ricks
I'm with the shits
If we got beef we can solve it
Bitch I do not be in the mix
I got a cart in my hand
Cause I'm giving out smoke if I'm talking bout you this a diss
Flick up my wrist
Elliantte my baguettes
Chain hanging over the vest
Niggas is pressed
Cause they know the Four Seven Shawnn's potential is one of the best
Now give it a rest
Nigga it's shocking
How all of this ice in my wrist is looking like static
Somebody call Zeus
If you ain't Sapphire, I'm cool
I just want me a lil baddie
Damn she got a fatty
Tell her we fuckin' pull up
Then I'ma drop her to Addy
10 minutes later I'm dicking her down from the back
Got the hoe screaming out daddy
I'm big mad
I cut off the Virgo so I might just fuck with a Sag
I made a big bag
Off part one but it's two now
I ain't gon' sit here and brag
Them niggas was lagging
They couldn't hit any shots
I better not see niggas lacking
You know that I'm packing
I'm at your steps like I'm FedEx
But I ain't gon' drop off a package
Man the shawty got baggage
Mentally she wasn't healed
But physically she was a bad bitch
I hit the pussy like twice wouldn't do it again
Cause really that shit was just average