Weight Watchers

Bro playin with the pounds he need weight watchers
I then prolly made the bitch work if i aint pop her
Aint even hit the lil slut i got some pape out her
220 On the dash he going fast i bet a K stop it

Aint even been rappin i been tryna make it happen
You aint never got no money cause you too busy cappin
You dont never drop no bodies cause you too busy lackin
I dont work for fedex but i been playin with the package
Pull up shootin movies since these niggas actin
Niggas juggin for 350 i then blew it on a jacket
He aint know i had it on me almost blew him through the jacket
I be dreaming bout that money blues fallin out the mattress
He buy exotics ima have Kei tax em
Soon as he done shopping catch em coming out wack em
She keep asking if im turnt bitch im lit like candles
Treat opps like the mail i always gotta stamp em
Shit was going left i had to right wrist it
Prolly take a bitch from her hubby i dont wife bitches
You a prolly think that i was nazi i dont like niggas
You can prolly make a 20 strip you got the right digits
Baby i just want the neck all them lames fuckin
He try to run off with a burner feel the flame from it
A couple numbers and a site a get yo chain flooded
He like shaq at the free throw he aint made nothin

Bro playin with the pounds he need weight watchers
I then prolly made the bitch work if i aint pop her
Aint even hit the lil slut i got some pape out her
220 On the dash he going fast i bet a K stop it

I aint playin boy im serious as hell
How the fuck is niggas broke man im curios as hell
And extoics all i smoke know its real by the smell
How the fuck am i the goat ask yo bitch and she a tell
Niggas timid and they frail so much shit off ups i need a deal with the mail
Dont need a lawyer i do deals with a scale
And my glock but she messy cause she leave behind shells
These niggas buying guns just for show and tell
If I take a trip to Cali bitch im coming back with Bells
You buy exotics to be sweet I buy and sell
I get bands off them jacksons like im Samuel L
Ten on me in LA living my best life
Came back to a bag could've got yo bitch neck iced
Ion even brag i just move on to the next site
Bows in my bag finna go hop on the next flight
So nigga how you wanna go about it
762's going through you you cant go around em
Dont playing wit a CUB i'll smoke you bout em, blow about em
I'll up this Drac and pull the hoe up out em

Bro playin with the pounds he need weight watchers
I then prolly made the bitch work if i aint pop her
Aint even hit the lil slut i got some pape out her
220 On the dash he going fast i bet a K stop it

Bro playin with the pounds he need weight watchers
I then prolly made the bitch work if i aint pop her
Aint even hit the lil slut i got some pape out her
220 On the dash he going fast i bet a K stop it



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Writer(s): Davon Woodford
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