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This luh hoe crazy im too busy ain got no time for her
Im not no trick cant buy u rickies or no tom ford
He said he get the bag i ran that shit up times 4
And even that shit aint enough i need that times 4
Boy wtf be wrong wit hoes they ass be trippin, bro said im finna be great js keep on goin they ass be slippin
These new velvet seats in srt i got that for the feeling, try to strike this leave u hit fuck 3 to the head we leave you krillin
Poppin percs take 3 to the head i cnt feel shi cnt count my minutes, fuck what you on im motion routed i get in my bag "im tb innettt"
I get in yo bitch im talmmat swimming, fuck beefin wit niggas cs i like women,
bro throw me the oop and i dunk like pippen, i walked onnis it ain een been a minute
Im hearing yo songs yo ass be bitching like cookinwitkya i be innat kitchen, niggas saying they up but im seein division
Stay true to the pape like its in my religion, im seein the blues like i was a musician
Orange jumpsuit on like im fresh out of prison, im gettin too tired im changing positions, i hit from the side she yell im finished
Im lettin her go her shi too wack like nino said she cant come back
walt pouring the 4 of sht like yakk, red key on me srt match
Im doggin ts all over the track, got dog shi on me they thinkin its crack
Im slappin the tint onnis bitch now its black, im finna add 10 plus 10 to the stack on bro
If u thinkin u up and u flexing round me then yo luh shi tooken
Im in the backseat kno youn see me bounce out and snatch it yellin out cookies
Veteran 3 kno u niggas on rookie this bitch annoying like my park bully
Thinkin u tuff u can catch u a bullet, js got her hair done im finna pull it
Cant help you out fuck i look like a pulley, i get indicted im killin the jury
We get up on him we takin his jewelry, dont take it off then he meetin the fully
Bro walk around wit a stick in his hoodie if he get up on you dont ask him no questions
I hate how u livin that shit look depressing u givin out classes dont need no suggestions
Who tf u robbin that luh ass wesson that 9 aint shi drake shoot like stephen
Im fuckin her organs dick in her intestines she was talkin too much had to teach her a lesson
Bitch get the fuck on bad hoes in the section, we voting shi out like it was a election
3 bands on a fit js to walk out steppin, who tf he is want 6 for a session
Ion like these niggas they lame as fuck 2 glocks pop out we take his stuff
You run you fucked cant make this up arp thick this luh bitch buff
Kno im gettin sum pape but ts aint enough, hit him all in his belly its flopping and stuff
We up inna telly hoes shakin they butt, bitch im tryna fuck who catchin this
Whole gang finna eat cs we passin a slut, 3 times one night ian makin shi up
Nigga no ionk u dont tell me wsp, if i pull out the drake bitch niggas gon duck
I knew u was lame threw the oop you aint dunk, fuck grabbing the drake ill walk wit a pump
Hit him all in his head he ate bullets for lunch, now the nigga on drugs he be feining for bumps