HISADFRIENDD!
Yeah, okay, um
Yo, I cough in fuckin' every intro
Ugh, okay
Let me try this shit
Um (This is crazy, bro)
Wait, wait, like
Hi! Um, I'm Sad (Yeah)
Fuckin' yo' bitch (Yeah), give her dick, my bad (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck (Um), 'cause I'm runnin' to the bag (Yeah)
And a nigga blowin' up (Yuh), just like a motherfuckin' frag (Uh)
Don't give a fuck 'bout that bread, that's my Play-Dough (Okay)
I slide on the scene with a Draco, like Halo (Uh)
And I'm in the cut like the blade of a razor (Yeah)
I stay with a beam, and that bitch got a lazer (Uh)
Hoppin' on the beat, I'm goin' dumb until I'm cummin'
And I pulled up with the gun, and chopper shoot him like he drummin'
Fully automatic, nigga talkin', it bring repercussion
And the chopper hit his head, it gave that boy a concussion
And I bust on your bitch, no introduction
We made a flick, that's a porno production (Uh)
I'm with your bitch, she gave me suction
And I slide with a stick, hit that boy, then I'm clutchin'
Now I'm getting kinda bored, so I'm slidin' with a diamond sword
Level 44, and I'm fuckin' in your fuckin' whore
I'ma pull up with the morgue, chopper leave a nigga on the floor
Knockin' at his door (Yuh), then I'm mappin' hollows to the door
Dunkin' on that bitch, I'm 'bout to break a motherfuckin' board
I'ma blow a bag every time I walk up in the store
She be on the floor, talkin', "Gimme, gimme, gimme more"
I been on a bag, with them AKs to your fuckin' pore
I be off the hook like I just unplugged the cord
And I'm walkin' on the beat, it's getting easy, so I'm getting bored
And I'm stronger
And I'm bigger than these niggas, so I'm getting boards
I be in the Caddy, boy, you flexin' a Honda Accord
And these niggas talkin' shit, but they be giving me bread to record
And a nigga want a verse, I'm sorry, you cannot afford
I'm a diesel ass nigga, I'm built like the engine in Ford
And I'm posted with my rings on my hand, so I feel like the Lord
Yo, I cough in fuckin' every intro
Ugh, okay
Let me try this shit
Um (This is crazy, bro)
Wait, wait, like
Hi! Um, I'm Sad (Yeah)
Fuckin' yo' bitch (Yeah), give her dick, my bad (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck (Um), 'cause I'm runnin' to the bag (Yeah)
And a nigga blowin' up (Yuh), just like a motherfuckin' frag (Uh)
Don't give a fuck 'bout that bread, that's my Play-Dough (Okay)
I slide on the scene with a Draco, like Halo (Uh)
And I'm in the cut like the blade of a razor (Yeah)
I stay with a beam, and that bitch got a lazer (Uh)
Hoppin' on the beat, I'm goin' dumb until I'm cummin'
And I pulled up with the gun, and chopper shoot him like he drummin'
Fully automatic, nigga talkin', it bring repercussion
And the chopper hit his head, it gave that boy a concussion
And I bust on your bitch, no introduction
We made a flick, that's a porno production (Uh)
I'm with your bitch, she gave me suction
And I slide with a stick, hit that boy, then I'm clutchin'
Now I'm getting kinda bored, so I'm slidin' with a diamond sword
Level 44, and I'm fuckin' in your fuckin' whore
I'ma pull up with the morgue, chopper leave a nigga on the floor
Knockin' at his door (Yuh), then I'm mappin' hollows to the door
Dunkin' on that bitch, I'm 'bout to break a motherfuckin' board
I'ma blow a bag every time I walk up in the store
She be on the floor, talkin', "Gimme, gimme, gimme more"
I been on a bag, with them AKs to your fuckin' pore
I be off the hook like I just unplugged the cord
And I'm walkin' on the beat, it's getting easy, so I'm getting bored
And I'm stronger
And I'm bigger than these niggas, so I'm getting boards
I be in the Caddy, boy, you flexin' a Honda Accord
And these niggas talkin' shit, but they be giving me bread to record
And a nigga want a verse, I'm sorry, you cannot afford
I'm a diesel ass nigga, I'm built like the engine in Ford
And I'm posted with my rings on my hand, so I feel like the Lord
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Writer(s): Aaron Brandford
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