Barbie (feat. Foehawk & Von)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Hey bop bop, aye
Ain't talk to your bitch it been a minute
And I might go up up away
N stop penny pinching
And these n be broke?
Hold up you n be penny pinching? (Yeah)
Counting my bread in my sleep
And I got plenty remy (Woah woah)
Baby be plastic, yeah I'm talking like barbie and ken
Keep talking up out of your neck
Guaranteed we spinning again (Skrr)
I got Chanel slippers, Gucci backpack
Send me a bin, aye
You n been rapping
Oh leave his ass in the wind

Patek philippe, i did it woah
Hop in the ghini you know ima float (Skrr)
And when I hit it I pose for the photo
And you know me ima pour up a 4 (Pour it up)
And you know me ima let off like 4
She get on her knees and I cum in her throat
Aye, you n be talking like Kenny go hang from a rope
Me and my baby we bout to elope (Um)
I like to beef I got toast
Eating her pussy I lick envelope
Leave him in line tic tac toe
My bitches they come in herds yeah like a goat
N I come then I'm ghost (Woah)
Fucking your bitch then I'm ghost (Woah)

Hey bop bop, aye
Ain't talk to your bitch it been a minute
And I might go up up away
N stop penny pinching
And these n be broke?
Hold up you n be penny pinching? (Yeah)
Counting my bread in my sleep
And I got plenty remy (Woah woah)
Baby be plastic, yeah I'm talking like barbie and ken
Keep talking up out of your neck
Guaranteed we spinning again (Skrr)
I got Chanel slippers, Gucci backpack
Send me a bin, aye
You n been rapping
Oh leave his ass in the wind

Im in the trap I been out for a week
Fucking this bitch from the back in her sleep
Hopped on the track they put foe on the beat (Uh uh)
I got your bitch rolling all of my weed
I took his bitch Prada her feet
I don't understand why they beefing with me?
Run from them shells then I'm going for knees
Im catching my vics aint bringing no peace
She make it arch dirk nowitzki (Swish)
I make it shake cause I'm skinny
Its been a lil minute
My time is money I aint trynna spend it
Soon as I drop it goes up like physics
I got the green I'm good on nutrition (Aye)
Im on a spree
Making a killing
Fuck word of mouth I'm a villain

Hey bop bop, aye
Ain't talk to your bitch it been a minute
And I might go up up away
N stop penny pinching
And these n be broke?
Hold up you n be penny pinching? (Yeah)
Counting my bread in my sleep
And I got plenty remy (Woah woah)
Baby be plastic, yeah I'm talking like barbie and ken
Keep talking up out of your neck
Guaranteed we spinning again (Skrr)
I got Chanel slippers, Gucci backpack
Send me a bin, aye
You n been rapping
Oh leave his ass in the wind



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Writer(s): Bradly Howard
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