Loco
Yeah
I'm finna go crazy, loco
Let's go half on a baby, oh no
Double up on the coupe, 4 door
Mad at me cause I'm flashy, photo
You get hit with the piece, combo
He send money through Wells Fargo
I be indoor smoking on outdoor
Said you was the best, typo
Got my old nigga mad thought I wasn't gone make it
If he got money I take it
Shit is outrageous
Ion really say shit, but ion really like how yall bitches be faking
I get it one time then i double the money
I get paranoid quick so don't look at me funny
Yeah I let you have the nigga ain't no taking him from me
Only fucking with the reals I don't deal with dummies
Look, I can give you what you want
Ima give you what you need
Got him saying Babie please
Got ya nigga on his knees
Got the juice like 79 call me Hi-C
My pussy give him energy just like a IV
He say he hungry I feed him
He ain't breaking bread ion need him
Hired yo nigga watch his mouth go to work
Now he stuttering can't even say his words
Talked to a crip and he blew it
And my money long I be running through it
Why you worried bout me when he worried bout me
Ain't my fault yo nigga choosing
Bitches so mad cause I'm running up a bag
You not in my race, I'm in first you in last
Call up yo nigga and see where he at
And hop out my dm for I text him back
Uh
I'm finna go crazy, loco
Let's go half on a baby, oh no
Double up on the coupe, 4 door
Mad at me cause I'm flashy, photo
You get hit with the piece, combo
He send money through Wells Fargo
I be indoor smoking on outdoor
Said you was the best, typo
Got my old nigga mad thought I wasn't gone make it
If he got money I take it
Shit is outrageous
Ion really say shit, but ion really like how yall bitches be faking
I get it one time then i double the money
I get paranoid quick so don't look at me funny
Yeah I let you have the nigga ain't no taking him from me
Only fucking with the reals I don't deal with dummies
Look, I can give you what you want
Ima give you what you need
Got him saying Babie please
Got ya nigga on his knees
Got the juice like 79 call me Hi-C
My pussy give him energy just like a IV
He say he hungry I feed him
He ain't breaking bread ion need him
Hired yo nigga watch his mouth go to work
Now he stuttering can't even say his words
Talked to a crip and he blew it
And my money long I be running through it
Why you worried bout me when he worried bout me
Ain't my fault yo nigga choosing
Bitches so mad cause I'm running up a bag
You not in my race, I'm in first you in last
Call up yo nigga and see where he at
And hop out my dm for I text him back
Uh
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