Epstein Files

(Enrgy made this one)

Y'ello

Huh

Look

I just hit for ten on my FanDuel

Reach for my jewels and it's gonna be a red room

Cappin' like he plugged, that nigga never made a gram move

This brick came from Hector, but the pills came from Andrew

Ri' knocked my cup over, almost blammed dude

She asked me for some money, come and get it, bae, I'm scam proof

With a Flint bitch on Biscayne in a Lam' dude

Real estate, rap and sell drugs, I'm a Famgoon

Ha, nigga, Ralo back

This FN'll tighten his ass up like a bottle cap

Beat a night ass in elementary, called my mama fat

Period, I'm listenin' to the drains, I think the water tapped

Shh, you hear that? (The Lunch Crew Company)

Overdosed on codeine, I need some Narcan

I need some Jorjiana, hit me with that shark head

Your BM said you stingy, tight as fuck, Shannon Sharpe pants

Woo, bitch, I'm done playin'

You niggas run short as fuck, 42 Dugg legs

Never fallin' off, I'm on top like a bunk bed

Bitch showed up pussy bald, Reverend Run head

Run DMC

Up a couple M's, still fuckin' with the EBT

Wow, boss nigga eatin', that's a BNE

Told him it was Runtz, joke's up, it was CBD

You niggas softer than a beach towel

Got that dog shit on me, I don't need bowels

Don't post me, keep me hidden, Epstein files

Told her, "No", she posted a nigga sleep with his thing out

Damn

I just pulled up in a half a million dollar, alright

I pulled up in a million doll-, alright

How much was that bitch really worth, alright

I pulled up in a six hundred thousand dollar car to the lean house

In one month, just on lean, drunk your dream house

Yesterday, I did some shit you dreamed 'bout

This bitch pussy wet like a towel when it get ringed out

I pulled up with a million dollar nigga to my fiend house

I'm like a dog with that real little pink thing out

Aw, yeah

Bitch, this ain't my crib, this Hakeem house, we built an empire

I be whisperin' when I- think a nigga shit wired

I gotta whisper in his ear, "How much the pint cost?"

I just whispered in my smacker ear, "How much a life cost?"

He said, "Shit, you can, how much a pint cost?"

I told his ass, "Four thousand dollars, knock him right off"

Now he got a pint of Tris

I had to give him two pints 'cause he caught dude with his bitch

Knocked 'em both off

He got two niggas with him, but they both soft, yeah

The block was quiet 'til it got roped off

Me and C got a thousand Blacks, let's have a smoke off

Pulled up to HOD, how much a bow cost?

I don't want the high weed, how much the lows cost, I'm finna rerock 'em

This bitch feet stink, she had to three sock it (come on)

Damn, alright

Ayy, this bitch pee stink, I think she need to detox it

Bro ain't have his ski bruh-, alright

Bro ain't have his ski, he covered up his face like he was beatboxin'

Bitch, huh, uh-huh (you hip?)

What you gon' come do for Fxce, you got three options

PTP, rub my feet or come deep swallow

In Atlanta in a Blackwing, don't let that V hawk you (bitch, alright)

Bae, I ain't wanna fuck that bitch, I must been sleepwalkin' (trippin')

You say we was on the phone twice, I must been sleep talkin'

Dog can get out and we didn't, I know he talkin'

We ain't got one stick, dumb bitch, we got three talkin'

Lil' bitch be gettin' passed around, she be beach ballin'

Thirty-two hundred up in gifts, I need cheese off it

Bro can shoot, how his ass can shoot, he had three offers

Fuck, bro could've been got us out the hood

I just cracked a ho, my bitch probably dropped a 'Wood

Bro, we turnt for real, we don't go in on fifths while we at the club

I just did another show, they sent me back a dub

Boy, you need to get some money, you out here actin' tough

And you ain't even slime for real, you need to pack it up

Dropped a ten in a Speedway cup, it's finna fuck me up

Bitch, you want me to stop drinkin' lean so bad, then, bitch, come slurp me up

Ain't nobody put me on, nigga, I turned me up

No, nigga, you can't hold my pole 'cause I'ma work my gun

Know that

If you don't know nothin', know that

You know?

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