Becky

I pull up and wreck it
My white b*tch name becky
I never fall off so these niggas can't check me
I started from the bottom i make it look easy
She started to strip but i told her don't tease me
Pour up a deuce & my cup started fizzing
Addiction to money my palms steady itching
I dont catch no feelings these bitches be iffy
You think i won't buss it, i dare you to tempt me

I pour up a 4 before i hit the road
Soon as i hit your town i go shopping for clothes
When i get to the telly i find us some hoes
We fuck em & duck em that's how the shit goes
Since i was a kid been in love with the dough
Remember coming up rocking them hand me down clothes
Aint have me no bitches them b*tches aint know
That lil E was gone get it now he got the glow
I fuck that lil bitch then i buss on her lip
Got so many bitches they think ima pimp
The chopper so heavy i walk with a limp
I just took his bitch and i dunk her like kemp
I did her so dirty she tried to erase me
Im not on the market these bitches cant date me
Dont fuck woth these niggas these niggas be shady
A line of the act yu can get it for 80
Uh uh
Id rather go count me some money
Fuck her so good that she love me
But ima go fuck on her cousin
Uh uh
Who tf you think you fooling
Niggas don't really be shooting
Run up on me ima school you

I pull up and wreck it
My white b*tch name becky
I never fall off so these niggas can't check me
I started from the bottom i make it look easy
She started to strip but i told her don't tease me
Pour up a deuce & my cup started fizzing
Addiction to money my palms steady itching
I dont catch no feelings these bitches be iffy
You think i won't buss it, i dare you to tempt me

4nem on dummy wit fns
Might need a cat scan
They told u be safe
Why u lackin
Dirty money inna shoebox
Bitch it is 2 glocks
I fucked yo bitch
At da new slot
I pull up wit glizzy
Dat lil bitch so pretty
Might fuck up da city
If fuckery near me
4nem get to cappin
The pipes get to clappin
I don't know what happened
Told 12 I was nappin
Pack for da retail
It's not for da low
What are deals
I don't know
Onna Grove
I was poor
Wit my hand onna toast
Turnin slices to loafs
Turnin opps into ghost
Onna strip where I post
U bet not be loafin
Might leave yo top open
U know what we smokin
Yo homie was loafin
New glocks new chops
New bitch new shit
New packs new racks
Spinna block do a hit
New pipes new pints
New stripes take a life
Can't lack new gat
Send em to da afterlife
Fuck up a sack
Shells hit his back
Ridin round wit da tech
Or da Mac
I ripped da amiris
My roll was too fat
And We totin semis
Don't know how to lack
6 racks fa da bed
And yo hoe was innat
A new casket
Might put yo bro up innat

I pull up and wreck it
My white b*tch name becky
I never fall off so these niggas can't check me
I started from the bottom i make it look easy
She started to strip but i told her don't tease me
Pour up a deuce & my cup started fizzing
Addiction to money my palms steady itching
I dont catch no feelings these bitches be iffy
You think i won't buss it, i dare you to tempt me



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Writer(s): Edward French
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