Period

Don't make me show my ass
I got niggas mad
Ion want no love baby show me cash (Gimmie dat)
Ian beefin bout no hoe u can have that
But you'll catch me sliding whea the bag at

Cash app, PayPal, Bitch Allat
Don't Hml if yeen politicking bout dem racks
You a cap I just keep that shit a stack
I'm inlove with the bag you inlove with a nat

Lil nigga but I kick big shit hoe
Yeen gang den yo goofy ahh gotta go
You a joke you wanna no smoke
Light ya like. Port
Bra Stop fronting 4 da gram boy know ya ahh broke

Niggas pressed swea I 'm At dey necks
Nah dat boy upset
Wym if it ain't bout dat check
Ain't no need to text
I'm that nigga ainno need to flex
Ya bitch I'm Up next

Call it how I see it like uh ref
Money talk Dese niggas deaf

Outchea chasin benjis
Niggas outchea chasin bittys
And Yeen gotta punk fake it just to kick it wimmie
Kicking hella flav bitch I'm coolest Ina bity

Hoes all in my dm even thotties dats sidity
Ion mean to brag but niggas ain't fucking wimmie

Shitting on Dese niggas Ian giving no pitty
Bitch I'm M chasing tryna run me up a mili

Aye run that shit back



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Writer(s): Taylor Bolton
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