DX
This lil' bitch make me so mad
Fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
This lil' bitch make me feel good just like all my drugs
It's a lust with this lil' bitch, but wockhardt I love
Treat my Diors like they ain't shit, I done scuffed 'em up
My backwoods look like eggrolls when I roll 'em up
She want my attention, I want more codeine inside my cup
I like her while she gave me head, she had held my nuts
No cap, I think I'm dx the way I make 'em suck
My Cuban vvs and it ain't never tucked
We gon' get that drank right out the pharm' then go find the pop
Promise when I make it, I'm not fallin' off like Fetty wap
I don't need no features from you niggas or whoever hot
I swear to God, the first day in my lamb', I'm bringin' it to the block
Nigga, your fit old as hell, that shit came out some years ago
My Backwoods be so big, this shit look like hookah smoke
This exotic and extendos, over here we got hella smoke
No cap, I still pull up wit K's and come and do the most
I'm too high, get out my face
We do carry-out, no dates
I get special treatment when I shop, nigga, 'cause I'm famous
Hop out with some fully autos, pull the trigger and it flaming
You can tell you never had no money, boy, you need some training
When I leave the house I smell like rock rose and number nine
But it don't matter 'cause I end up smellin' like some turtle pie
Bitch make me mad, I'm going to fuck her sister, make her cry
I swear to God, I'm on so much codeine, I think that I could fly (fa)
Oh, franchise shit
Fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
This lil' bitch make me feel good just like all my drugs
It's a lust with this lil' bitch, but wockhardt I love
Treat my Diors like they ain't shit, I done scuffed 'em up
My backwoods look like eggrolls when I roll 'em up
She want my attention, I want more codeine inside my cup
I like her while she gave me head, she had held my nuts
No cap, I think I'm dx the way I make 'em suck
My Cuban vvs and it ain't never tucked
We gon' get that drank right out the pharm' then go find the pop
Promise when I make it, I'm not fallin' off like Fetty wap
I don't need no features from you niggas or whoever hot
I swear to God, the first day in my lamb', I'm bringin' it to the block
Nigga, your fit old as hell, that shit came out some years ago
My Backwoods be so big, this shit look like hookah smoke
This exotic and extendos, over here we got hella smoke
No cap, I still pull up wit K's and come and do the most
I'm too high, get out my face
We do carry-out, no dates
I get special treatment when I shop, nigga, 'cause I'm famous
Hop out with some fully autos, pull the trigger and it flaming
You can tell you never had no money, boy, you need some training
When I leave the house I smell like rock rose and number nine
But it don't matter 'cause I end up smellin' like some turtle pie
Bitch make me mad, I'm going to fuck her sister, make her cry
I swear to God, I'm on so much codeine, I think that I could fly (fa)
Oh, franchise shit
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Writer(s): Jaelin Parker
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