On My X
Still gon' stunt up on my ex, bitch Riding in a Maybach, star in a Wraith, bitch
Fuckin' on you lil' niggas, what you talkin' bout
You ain't talkin' paper, get the fuck out my house
Ho, you ain't home, get the fuck around me
P-I-M-P-G-R-I-T-T
Get to this paper, stackin' up all this dough
Then on my ass, we ain't worried bout these hoes
Get a lotta paper, yeah, we get a lotta dough
Stuntin' on you lil' niggas, big dog for sure
Do the shit for real, yeah, you do the shit for show
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, nigga got a glow
Twenty thousand dollars for a nigga to get fresh
I don't give a fuck, pussy nigga, we the best
Put this dick up in a, yeah, I beat it to her chest
Diamonds on a nigga, nigga blingin blingin', fuck the rest
Stuntin' on my ass, bitch, ridin' on my ass, bitch
Stars in the Maybach, shinin' on my ass, bitch
Ridin', we ain't worried bout you hoes
Ridin', we ain't worried bout you hoes
Shinin' on my ass, bitch, ridin' on my ass, bitch
Y'all shinin' in the Wraith, stuntin' on my ass, bitch
We ain't worried bout you hoes
Ayy, we ain't worried bout you hoes
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get that dough
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get that dough
Middle finger to the motherfuckin' pole, pole
Twenty-sixteen, was sum, ho, ho, shit
Ain't talkin' bout Santa Claus, no gift
That T on get stained in this bitch
All my niggas ruthless, you a stain in this bitch
Beat your ass up and take your chain in this bitch
It's Gritt, Gritt, Gritt, free stack gang shit
We gon' stack this paper, then we gon' take these trips
I'm all around the world while I'm gettin' to this paper
Got this girl with me, she gon' suck me while I'm blowin' on this Vega
We ain't worried bout no hater, yeah, I'm glowin' like it's Vegas
Yeah, I'm ridin' in a Scraper, yeah, I'm doin' it like a Vader
Ain't worried bout no hater, goin' up like an elevator
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm still stuntin' on my ex, bitch
Still, still stuntin' on my ex, bitch
Ridin' in a race, bitch, see the stars in the ceiling
See the stars in the ceiling
We ain't worried bout you, ho
Ain't worried bout you, ho
Still stuntin' on my ex, bitch
stuntin' on my ex, bitch
Ridin' in a Maybach, stars in the ceiling
Stars in the ceiling
We ain't worried bout you, ho
Gritt Gritt
Yeah
Lit
We we we ain't worried bout you, ho's
Gritt Gritt
Fuckin' on you lil' niggas, what you talkin' bout
You ain't talkin' paper, get the fuck out my house
Ho, you ain't home, get the fuck around me
P-I-M-P-G-R-I-T-T
Get to this paper, stackin' up all this dough
Then on my ass, we ain't worried bout these hoes
Get a lotta paper, yeah, we get a lotta dough
Stuntin' on you lil' niggas, big dog for sure
Do the shit for real, yeah, you do the shit for show
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, nigga got a glow
Twenty thousand dollars for a nigga to get fresh
I don't give a fuck, pussy nigga, we the best
Put this dick up in a, yeah, I beat it to her chest
Diamonds on a nigga, nigga blingin blingin', fuck the rest
Stuntin' on my ass, bitch, ridin' on my ass, bitch
Stars in the Maybach, shinin' on my ass, bitch
Ridin', we ain't worried bout you hoes
Ridin', we ain't worried bout you hoes
Shinin' on my ass, bitch, ridin' on my ass, bitch
Y'all shinin' in the Wraith, stuntin' on my ass, bitch
We ain't worried bout you hoes
Ayy, we ain't worried bout you hoes
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get that dough
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get that dough
Middle finger to the motherfuckin' pole, pole
Twenty-sixteen, was sum, ho, ho, shit
Ain't talkin' bout Santa Claus, no gift
That T on get stained in this bitch
All my niggas ruthless, you a stain in this bitch
Beat your ass up and take your chain in this bitch
It's Gritt, Gritt, Gritt, free stack gang shit
We gon' stack this paper, then we gon' take these trips
I'm all around the world while I'm gettin' to this paper
Got this girl with me, she gon' suck me while I'm blowin' on this Vega
We ain't worried bout no hater, yeah, I'm glowin' like it's Vegas
Yeah, I'm ridin' in a Scraper, yeah, I'm doin' it like a Vader
Ain't worried bout no hater, goin' up like an elevator
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm still stuntin' on my ex, bitch
Still, still stuntin' on my ex, bitch
Ridin' in a race, bitch, see the stars in the ceiling
See the stars in the ceiling
We ain't worried bout you, ho
Ain't worried bout you, ho
Still stuntin' on my ex, bitch
stuntin' on my ex, bitch
Ridin' in a Maybach, stars in the ceiling
Stars in the ceiling
We ain't worried bout you, ho
Gritt Gritt
Yeah
Lit
We we we ain't worried bout you, ho's
Gritt Gritt
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