cutie

Glo on the beat!
Yea got a bad lil bitch she a cutie (cutie!)
And i'm still sippin lean, love the juice (love the juice)
Got a automatic stick and a uzi (uzi)
Yea my niggas brazy and they can't wait to shoot (shoot)
Yea we had to slime him made a nigga so clueless
Blunts fire fye, he might put him on the news
Yea i'm gettin so high think I touched the moon
Shit gettin so hot it's lookin like the flume (yea yea yea)
Can't tell a lie, I smoke it then it's true
Always outside yea i'm on the move
Just apart of the game I don't make the rules
Play with the gang nigga you a fool
We gon' take yo whole plate nigga fuck your food
Please stop like a race all we got is two
See that shit was a dream then it came true
Bitch i'm tryna stack green thru the fuckin' roof
I cant give you a ring bitch you not my boo
I kept seein' strange things time to move
Gave that lil' bitch a perc now she gettin' loose
And I know it hurt when I flex on you
Kick that bitch to the curb then i pour a deuce
And these lil niggas nerds, gives' them boys a boot
Tell that lil boy throw his racks up (racks)
And I might put that lil biddy bih like Alexa
Yes i'm lil' lonely baby I get flexed up
I fuck that bih leave my cash on the dresser
Smokin' exotic gas it make my chest hurt
Do I need more racks nigga uh, yes sir (yea yea)
That bitch was ugly so I had to next her
Said I wouldn't make it damn I know dat that hurt
Yea got a bad lil bitch she a cutie (yea yea yea)
And i'm still sippin lean, love the juice (yea yea yea)
Got a automatic stick and a uzi (yea yea yea)
Yea my niggas brazy and they can't wait to shoot (shoot)
Yea we had to slime him made a nigga so clueless
Blunts fire fye, he might put him on the news (pew!)
Yea i'm gettin so high think I touched the moon
Shit gettin so hot it's lookin like the flume (yea yea yea)
Can't tell a lie, I smoke it then it's true
Always outside yea i'm on the move
Just apart of the game I don't make the rules
Play with the gang nigga you a fool
We gon' take yo whole plate nigga fuck your food
Please stop like a race all we got is two
Please stop like a race oll we got is tools (yea yea yea)
(Yea yea yea, oh yea)
Yea I got a bad lil bitch she a cutie
And i'm still sippin lean, love the juice (juice)
Got a automatic stick and a uzi
Yea my niggas brazy and they can't wait to shoot
Yea we had to slime him made a nigga so clueless
Blunts fire fye, he might put him on the news
Yea i'm gettin so high think I touched the moon
Shit gettin so hot it's lookin like the flume
Can't tell a lie, I smoke it then it's true
Always outside yea i'm on the move (yea yea yea)
Just apart of the game I don't make the rules (yea yea yea)
Play with the gang nigga you a fool
We gon' take yo whole plate nigga fuck your food
Please stop like a race all we got is two (all we got is tools!)
Please stop line a race all we got is tools (yea yea yea)
Yea yea yea, okay!



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie, Destroy Lonely
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