Next
Oh my God, what's this, an L beat?
I'm gassin' this shit
Ain't got a problem, I'm passin' a bitch
No hands with this shit
Still taxin' a bitch
Flow on the porn, both hands on the dick
And I'm savage as shit aye
Nigga really talkin' shit but they can't keep it talkin'
Niggas say that I'm a bitch, they the ones barkin'
And I duck out these hoes like I'm Charles Barkley
Use coke in the whip, off some molly
No joke in this shit, don't act out
Said that's your girl, I said I flex on the hoes
Fuck one time, and it's next to the hoes, catch rec on them hoes
Got checks in the car, bring it to the telly no sex in my car
See me shout from afar
Runnin' them bands, I should take track
When I pass by your bitch, she gon take back
I'ma roll up two grams and I face that
And I got so much jewels I can't keep track
And I got so much jewels I can't keep track
Ride in my whip with my seat back
Whole lotta hunnids and money,
It's funny you broke, everyday up bring that beat back
But put that lil' bitch in the dirt
They said he ridin' my wave, you would think they all know how to surf
I'm cookin' up everyday
Don't got time for no bitches to flirt
And I can't do minimum wage
Rather post on that block with that word
Rather post on that block with that word
I'm gassin' this shit
Ain't got a problem, I'm passin' a bitch
No hands with this shit
Still taxin' a bitch
Flow on the porn, both hands on the dick
And I'm savage as shit aye
Nigga really talkin' shit but they can't keep it talkin'
Niggas say that I'm a bitch, they the ones barkin'
And I duck out these hoes like I'm Charles Barkley
Use coke in the whip, off some molly
No joke in this shit, don't act out
Said that's your girl, I said I flex on the hoes
Fuck one time, and it's next to the hoes, catch rec on them hoes
Got checks in the car, bring it to the telly no sex in my car
See me shout from afar
Runnin' them bands, I should take track
When I pass by your bitch, she gon take back
I'ma roll up two grams and I face that
And I got so much jewels I can't keep track
And I got so much jewels I can't keep track
Ride in my whip with my seat back
Whole lotta hunnids and money,
It's funny you broke, everyday up bring that beat back
But put that lil' bitch in the dirt
They said he ridin' my wave, you would think they all know how to surf
I'm cookin' up everyday
Don't got time for no bitches to flirt
And I can't do minimum wage
Rather post on that block with that word
Rather post on that block with that word
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