Dummy

Young nigga fucking up the shit. New whip same bitch she say "wooh" like Ric Flair
Gotta go hard goin get there
I be goin off while they sit, stare
Bitch I go hard, up in the paint
I'm moving this weight
I got this lil money I'm spending.
Receiving the pack then I wrap it and send it
You drive a foreign that's rented
I got a choppa, extended
Grip on that bitch, and it came wit connections
Hit that lil bitch she came right off my friends list
She brought her lil friend and they sayin they sayin they sisters
You hit her phone say you miss her
Fuck that lil hoe till the sun up
I might just go run my funds up
I hit the lil bank bitch we making deposits
Re up and fuck Up the profit
Whatever she want bitch I cop it

Smoke on a blunt wit the chopsticks
Whatever she want bitch I cop it
My trap be booming
Stop watching my pockets
I pull out the ruger and aim at
Your noggin
I hit that lil Nat from the back like a backpack
Fuck on this bitch wit my niggas than pass that
I got a choppa, aim first, it got kick back
Too much money bitch you know I gotta stack that
I move that pack like a pick n roll
Eat on that pussy like edibles
She slurpin me up like a daninal
I'm knee deep, you just a amateur
Been had the neck it's redundent
Been flexing checks and they love it
Peep me on IG they love how I do this
been flexing checks but you already knew this
If we talkin money than yes bitch I'm fluent
Pop me a perc, and than I get stupid
Why he flexing wit a strap like a tough now
Franklins on me and they blueface, no bussdown
Thotiana wanna come over and fuck now
Julio Jones wit the touch down



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