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Ran up my bag for real
Dropped out of school, and I ran up my bag for real
Yeah
They know I dropped out of school, and I ran up my money
I ran up my bag for real
Yeah
They know I dropped out of school, and I ran up my money
I ran up my bag for real
I fucked your bitch from the back
And she steady be running
I told her to hold it still
I put codeine in my Fanta
She sit on my lap like Santa
TwoThree said he get money, that shit so funny
He should go do standup
I'll beat the fuck out my bitch if she ever try tell me that she fucked another dude
All of my bitches, they listen
They stay in the kitchen and do what I tell them to do
I know these niggas, they plot on me
They know I ride with that rod on me
I fucked your bitch and she swallow me
She eat me up like some collard greens
She love the way that I play with the cat
I love the way that she throwin' it back
She keep on jumping the back of my head, and her pussy
I'm having an asthma attack
I got your bitch, nigga, come get her back
Told that boy Shuey to go get a bag
I'm FTBZ, no, I'm not DC
I cannot save her like Superman
That nigga TwoThree countin' up pennies
I do what I want, and he do what he can
I told Fazo I wouldn't fuck on his bitch anymore and I did it again
TwoThree really tried flexin' on me with some money
I sent him a Kodak spread
I'm with some white bitches and they steady snorting powder
Shuey unemployed but be on Fortnite for eight hours
Double up my cup and then I tilt it just like towers
This .30 on my hip will fuck your cousin like a Howler
Look at my neck and see Van Cleef
I put my semen all in her teeth
I put a Bill Cosby inside of my drink, huh
I know these niggas, they hate on me
I know your bitch want a taste of me
Too bad, I don't got a cape on me