Black Panther

Roll a eigth inside my wood
Cuz I cant fuck with swishers
My side hoe tryna show me off
She steady takin pictures
And if she make less guap than me
Then im not fuckin with her
All these bitches broke
Steady feigning for some likes on twitter
Guapo Vo got money
Cheatin on you, yo hoe might consider
Oh wait thats yo girl
Why not over here standing with her
Real cute nigga fuckin bitches
I dont need a tinder
Hoes up in my DM
They wit losers tryna fuck a winner
She like how I hit from the front
And then hit from the back
Im fuckin her breakin her back
No time to relax
I'm gettin this cash
Been too busy flippin these sacks
These niggas be cappin
All in they raps
I only be talkin bout facts
He dont want that action
We get to clappin
That 30 round tucked in my slacks
Live my life like imma rockstar
Fuck hoes like a popstar
Dread head puffin gas
But i aint no rasta
Whatchu want I gotcha
I'll serve how much you want ya
Pour up in a fanta
Now my mind goin bananas
Ridin round my hood with a sack
They call me santa
These boys they dont want no smoke
Fuck around get cancer
Bad bitch twerkin on my dick
Must be a dancer
In my city they know im that nigga
Like black panther
Down bad
I was on my last I hadda get up
Dont be tryna call my phone
Unless you tryna pick up
Three five roll it in a blunt
And then its lit up
Down a bottle to the face
They like damn you lit huh
Everytime I leave the house
Can I get a picture
Everytime I see a nigga
Vaughny I fuck witcha
Aight aight cool
But look I'm tryna fuck yo bitch ya
She told me she dont like you
And she like me cuz im rich
Off white hat to match my fit
LV monogram on my wrist
Lightning bolt both side my kicks
This Vlone shirt cost me a grip
These niggas hurt they aint on shit
I waited my turn now im gunna get rich
She came with you but left with me
And now im home throat fuckin yo bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Vaughn Starling
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