TPE

He pull up with gifts for me
He know that he can't fuck for free
And if he start tripping and saying I slipping then I'ma reverse the g
This pussy don't pop for G'G
Griselda got blanco on me
He flicking his wrist and I'm licking my lips
He betting his pounds on this P
But I'm betting my opp he won't squeeze
I smoke a whole lotta trees
But before I snort it I sell the aborted and make them work hard for pc
Bitch I'ma clown on the beat, but bounty hunter in the street
And if my nigga boutta cheat
Then yu gone lose a gd
Uhh

Tight Pussy Energy
Cute as fuck but hell of street
Know I gotta lot on me
Oh yea I got the Glock on me
Pull it back with full release
No mask in my Uber please
No trynna hear no foolery
Tell moms to write your eulogy
Tight Pussy Energy
Cute as fuck but hell of street
Baby mama mad at me cause her man playing hide and seek
You biches never wanted beef
You play the toes's I play the three's
You call the shots I Py the players
I ain't beefing with no haters

This is the season of clips
No pork but I'm hammering hammering
Muslima but crazy like Karen dem
I'm taking they ass out they abdomen
Burn off his dick like a candle stick
I'm feeling so crazy and spacious
I'm not even trusting the neighbors
Stop trynna play me
We an actually get it shaking
Don't give a fuck about a bracelet
Cause we outside
Pop smoked you and yo ride
Your nigga a lame and you living a lie
You beefing with me bitch I don't know why
Bitch you from NC and I'm from the Stuy
I'm taking your man had em' singing like plies
I broke enough bread
So if you survive its cause I'm letting you live where you lie
I broke enough bread so if you survive
It's cause I'm letting you lie where you lie



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Writer(s): Brianna Wright
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