new celly 2
Yo bitch say she love you but DMing me
She wanted to fuck but this dick isn't free
These chains on my neck like 150 a piece
My bitch she see me and drop to her knees
We don't buy ounces we buying QPs
Drop the beat, lemme say fuck the police
Ice on my wrist and it's ice in my teeth
So every time I speak it's 30 degrees
Trap-a-holics, real trap shit
Damn son, where'd you find this?
Anyway, the drop goes like this
Runnin' to the check bitch I feel like Usain Bolt
I don't trust no thot, I can't fuck with goofy hoes
Tarantino filmin' 'cause my life a movie bro
Only time you gangsta when you in the studio
Yeah
She a freak through text but scared to let that booty go
Don't ask me to fuck then be shy with the coochie, hoe
My plug got some pack, he told me call him "Julio"
My life fast as fuck, but with this drink it's movin' slow
Goddamn
Yo bitch say she love you but DMing me
She wanted to fuck but this dick isn't free
These chains on my neck like 150 a piece
My bitch she see me and drop to her knees
We don't buy ounces we buying QPs
Drop the beat, lemme say fuck the police
Ice on my wrist and it's ice in my teeth
So every time I speak it's 30 degrees
I copped a g shock that costed a Rollie
These niggas still pretendin' that they know me
I'm on them drinks, swear I think I'm bout 4 deep
I got the cheese & the bread, no bologna
I'm in the field what I'm doin' ain't holy
Said she can twerk I said "okay boo show me"
Italian bitch her last name is Bertolli
She might come through give me head for a hoagie
I spent a rack
Yeah
I spent a rack on a mufuckin' hat
Aye!
Hit from the back
Yeah
Fuck her so good she be textin' back fast
Goddamn
I never cap
Nah
Never gon' catch me out without my gat
Yeah
That's on my dad
Yeah
Run up and find yourself fading to black
Ooh!
Different flows, different flows
Like to see my bitches in them little clothes, yeah
I be sprinting to the bag
Other niggas can't 'cause they pigeon toed, yeah
Niggas mad 'cause I been done hit they goals
They still making skinny dough, yeah
My wallet thicker than winter clothes
And I'm ballin' like a give and go, goddamn
She wanted to fuck but this dick isn't free
These chains on my neck like 150 a piece
My bitch she see me and drop to her knees
We don't buy ounces we buying QPs
Drop the beat, lemme say fuck the police
Ice on my wrist and it's ice in my teeth
So every time I speak it's 30 degrees
Trap-a-holics, real trap shit
Damn son, where'd you find this?
Anyway, the drop goes like this
Runnin' to the check bitch I feel like Usain Bolt
I don't trust no thot, I can't fuck with goofy hoes
Tarantino filmin' 'cause my life a movie bro
Only time you gangsta when you in the studio
Yeah
She a freak through text but scared to let that booty go
Don't ask me to fuck then be shy with the coochie, hoe
My plug got some pack, he told me call him "Julio"
My life fast as fuck, but with this drink it's movin' slow
Goddamn
Yo bitch say she love you but DMing me
She wanted to fuck but this dick isn't free
These chains on my neck like 150 a piece
My bitch she see me and drop to her knees
We don't buy ounces we buying QPs
Drop the beat, lemme say fuck the police
Ice on my wrist and it's ice in my teeth
So every time I speak it's 30 degrees
I copped a g shock that costed a Rollie
These niggas still pretendin' that they know me
I'm on them drinks, swear I think I'm bout 4 deep
I got the cheese & the bread, no bologna
I'm in the field what I'm doin' ain't holy
Said she can twerk I said "okay boo show me"
Italian bitch her last name is Bertolli
She might come through give me head for a hoagie
I spent a rack
Yeah
I spent a rack on a mufuckin' hat
Aye!
Hit from the back
Yeah
Fuck her so good she be textin' back fast
Goddamn
I never cap
Nah
Never gon' catch me out without my gat
Yeah
That's on my dad
Yeah
Run up and find yourself fading to black
Ooh!
Different flows, different flows
Like to see my bitches in them little clothes, yeah
I be sprinting to the bag
Other niggas can't 'cause they pigeon toed, yeah
Niggas mad 'cause I been done hit they goals
They still making skinny dough, yeah
My wallet thicker than winter clothes
And I'm ballin' like a give and go, goddamn
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Writer(s): Jordan Jones
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