Open Invite
Look
Inviting this bitch
I ain't buying her shit
Beat hard as fuck
Where you find this shit
He said it's up but he lying again
Heard he be talking online and shit
I was uptown tryna find a grip
Might skrt off if they get behind the whip
I got what they want
What they tryna get
I ain't taking her home
She buying a lyft
You know what time it is
She broke
But she into the finer shit
Bitch i'm a player
Go find a trick
Don't reach for my chain
Cause i'm dying with it
Don't speak on my name
Cause i'm lining shit
I'm the last one you should try in this bitch
Blow at his wig with a sig yeah
Help a nigga clear his mind & shit
We ain't leave a trace
So it ain't no case
Smoking on cookie
I like how it taste
Bitch I ain't no rookie
We changing the plates
I ain't on four wheels
But im bout to skate
We can't do no deals
You get what you pay for
But I still got it
And they gone want more
We in the trap
Got more straps than a gun store
Ain't tryna slide
So what you come for
You cannot sit if you ain't got no hunchos
I got the drip
Give me a poncho
We eating good
This plate is nachos
He try to step
And i'm bussing his taco
I got that work
But I don't know El Chapo
But I know just what to do with that choppa
Hollow tip bullets
They hotter than lava
Blowout his top
You won't see no saliva
Fuck what you talking bout
Yeah we can chalk it out
Left in the parking lot
Since he wan talk alot
Bitchtes be bitches
Don't know what that be about
Say im a bitch
You can come try and see about it
Yeach bitch im cold
But I still got a heater on me
Know how to fight
So I really don't need it on me
But you get hit
If I peep that you reaching on me
Nine with a grip
It's so long you can see it on me
Stay with some gas
I just name myself Pacman
I be so high
Got me thinking i'm Batman
Hang with that nigga
You know he a rat man
Got me some hats
But I don't got to cap though
He tried to run
He caught three in his backbone
This push to start
I just get it & tap on
Post on the block
Like i'm getting my Shaq on
Niggas be foul
They just gone get to hacking
Up it & fire
I'm just gone get to blasting
Bodies start dropping
I don't know what happened
Then they gone know I just ain't with the rapping
Then they gone know I just ain't with the rapping yeah
Inviting this bitch
I ain't buying her shit
Beat hard as fuck
Where you find this shit
He said it's up but he lying again
Heard he be talking online and shit
I was uptown tryna find a grip
Might skrt off if they get behind the whip
I got what they want
What they tryna get
I ain't taking her home
She buying a lyft
You know what time it is
She broke
But she into the finer shit
Bitch i'm a player
Go find a trick
Don't reach for my chain
Cause i'm dying with it
Don't speak on my name
Cause i'm lining shit
I'm the last one you should try in this bitch
Blow at his wig with a sig yeah
Help a nigga clear his mind & shit
We ain't leave a trace
So it ain't no case
Smoking on cookie
I like how it taste
Bitch I ain't no rookie
We changing the plates
I ain't on four wheels
But im bout to skate
We can't do no deals
You get what you pay for
But I still got it
And they gone want more
We in the trap
Got more straps than a gun store
Ain't tryna slide
So what you come for
You cannot sit if you ain't got no hunchos
I got the drip
Give me a poncho
We eating good
This plate is nachos
He try to step
And i'm bussing his taco
I got that work
But I don't know El Chapo
But I know just what to do with that choppa
Hollow tip bullets
They hotter than lava
Blowout his top
You won't see no saliva
Fuck what you talking bout
Yeah we can chalk it out
Left in the parking lot
Since he wan talk alot
Bitchtes be bitches
Don't know what that be about
Say im a bitch
You can come try and see about it
Yeach bitch im cold
But I still got a heater on me
Know how to fight
So I really don't need it on me
But you get hit
If I peep that you reaching on me
Nine with a grip
It's so long you can see it on me
Stay with some gas
I just name myself Pacman
I be so high
Got me thinking i'm Batman
Hang with that nigga
You know he a rat man
Got me some hats
But I don't got to cap though
He tried to run
He caught three in his backbone
This push to start
I just get it & tap on
Post on the block
Like i'm getting my Shaq on
Niggas be foul
They just gone get to hacking
Up it & fire
I'm just gone get to blasting
Bodies start dropping
I don't know what happened
Then they gone know I just ain't with the rapping
Then they gone know I just ain't with the rapping yeah
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Writer(s): Markues Stubbs
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