Location
I been acting funny I won't give up my location
Twenty thousand ones that ain't nothin but it's spacious
Ain't no love for thugs cops been doing investigations
If they flick us we gone run cause we just did them years of papers
Run me up a dub imma blow it on my babies
Yeah you is not the one don't even know why you act stanky
Finna finger fuck my gun if you shorten up my paper
Third baby mama straight that's why the first two always hating
Car ain't got no key how we posta smash off den
Push the damn button watch my ride take off and
I ain't sharing funds I got my mind made up
I was sleeping in them cars you was prolly laid up
Eleven hunnit for these kicks just to compliment the fit
Give em goal vibes when she matching alla drip
Stuff it all in her pussy swallow alla dick
Do my dance like Mike Jack I did the Toosie inna Bih
Swerving different rentals I'm just blending in wit traffic
If they try me then I'm dashing swear to god and I ain't capping
Gotta keep em wit me cause he legal wit the blicky
If you really think I'm lacking I'll dysfunction every kidney
Push me to the edge I gotta couple homies dead
If we fell out over bread I forgive you move ahead
Gangstas move in silence but he can't talk because he dead
He shudda stuck to the code and never spoke on what we said
Fifty plus fifty that's a hunnit in these titties
Playin wit my name I get reckless in yo city
Don't think to touch my chain
We a give yo ass the fame
I'll put it on my gang
Bag bros handle bitniz
Twenty thousand ones that ain't nothin but it's spacious
Ain't no love for thugs cops been doing investigations
If they flick us we gone run cause we just did them years of papers
Run me up a dub imma blow it on my babies
Yeah you is not the one don't even know why you act stanky
Finna finger fuck my gun if you shorten up my paper
Third baby mama straight that's why the first two always hating
Car ain't got no key how we posta smash off den
Push the damn button watch my ride take off and
I ain't sharing funds I got my mind made up
I was sleeping in them cars you was prolly laid up
Eleven hunnit for these kicks just to compliment the fit
Give em goal vibes when she matching alla drip
Stuff it all in her pussy swallow alla dick
Do my dance like Mike Jack I did the Toosie inna Bih
Swerving different rentals I'm just blending in wit traffic
If they try me then I'm dashing swear to god and I ain't capping
Gotta keep em wit me cause he legal wit the blicky
If you really think I'm lacking I'll dysfunction every kidney
Push me to the edge I gotta couple homies dead
If we fell out over bread I forgive you move ahead
Gangstas move in silence but he can't talk because he dead
He shudda stuck to the code and never spoke on what we said
Fifty plus fifty that's a hunnit in these titties
Playin wit my name I get reckless in yo city
Don't think to touch my chain
We a give yo ass the fame
I'll put it on my gang
Bag bros handle bitniz
Credits
Writer(s): Kaine Thomas
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