OHMYGOD!
Huh uh
Shorty I gotta go yeah
Know I be running shit up in my city bitch leave me alone yeah
I be chasing these racks till I get to a milli can't pick up the phone yeah
Counting my guap fuck these lil bitty bitties ain't fucking with those yeah
Oh my god, oh my god
All these racks in my face gon make me pass out (Pass out)
And all these snakes in my way, gon cut the grass down (Grass down)
And all this bur-bur-Burberry gon leave you sat down (Sat down)
If I said fuck you that's facts you in my past now (Past now)
Yeah yeah
We on to finer things
Fuck that now we on designer things
Yeah! Slatt
Remember back when shorty she ain't even notice me
Yeah
Now she on my all day she wanna focus me
Uh
Only showing love to niggas that roll with me (Yeah!)
I got dogs and we steppin'
Niggas roll with Giuseppe
Niggas roll with a weapon
Break your bones mac 11
Flipping shit with Smith and Wesson
Kicking shit that's how we get it
It's a vibe I can't be tripping
It's a vibe I can't be stressing
Turning heads in the building
Made it out it's a blessing yeah yeah
I gotta go
Calling my phone
What do you want? Baby leave me alone
If you loving me then you loving my bros
Pouring up drink when I'm up in my zone
Tell 'em get back back back back
Niggas so cap cap cap cap
I'm in the trap trap trap trap
And you know I'm strapped strapped strapped strapped
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Shorty on me and she loving my bros
And now I'm like uh uh uh uh
How you love me and then act like a hoe?
Cause I gotta go go go go
I'm all in my zone zone zone zone
You calling my phone phone phone phone
But I gotta go go go go
Uh
Shorty I gotta go yeah
Know I be running shit up in my city bitch leave me alone yeah
I be chasing these racks till I get to a milli can't pick up the phone yeah
Counting my guap fuck these lil bitty bitties ain't fucking with those yeah
Oh my god, oh my god
All these racks in my face gon make me pass out (Pass out)
And all these snakes in my way, gon cut the grass down (Grass down)
And all this bur-bur-Burberry gon leave you sat down (Sat down)
If I said fuck you that's facts you in my past now (Past now)
Yeah yeah
Shorty I gotta go yeah
Know I be running shit up in my city bitch leave me alone yeah
I be chasing these racks till I get to a milli can't pick up the phone yeah
Counting my guap fuck these lil bitty bitties ain't fucking with those yeah
Oh my god, oh my god
All these racks in my face gon make me pass out (Pass out)
And all these snakes in my way, gon cut the grass down (Grass down)
And all this bur-bur-Burberry gon leave you sat down (Sat down)
If I said fuck you that's facts you in my past now (Past now)
Yeah yeah
We on to finer things
Fuck that now we on designer things
Yeah! Slatt
Remember back when shorty she ain't even notice me
Yeah
Now she on my all day she wanna focus me
Uh
Only showing love to niggas that roll with me (Yeah!)
I got dogs and we steppin'
Niggas roll with Giuseppe
Niggas roll with a weapon
Break your bones mac 11
Flipping shit with Smith and Wesson
Kicking shit that's how we get it
It's a vibe I can't be tripping
It's a vibe I can't be stressing
Turning heads in the building
Made it out it's a blessing yeah yeah
I gotta go
Calling my phone
What do you want? Baby leave me alone
If you loving me then you loving my bros
Pouring up drink when I'm up in my zone
Tell 'em get back back back back
Niggas so cap cap cap cap
I'm in the trap trap trap trap
And you know I'm strapped strapped strapped strapped
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Shorty on me and she loving my bros
And now I'm like uh uh uh uh
How you love me and then act like a hoe?
Cause I gotta go go go go
I'm all in my zone zone zone zone
You calling my phone phone phone phone
But I gotta go go go go
Uh
Shorty I gotta go yeah
Know I be running shit up in my city bitch leave me alone yeah
I be chasing these racks till I get to a milli can't pick up the phone yeah
Counting my guap fuck these lil bitty bitties ain't fucking with those yeah
Oh my god, oh my god
All these racks in my face gon make me pass out (Pass out)
And all these snakes in my way, gon cut the grass down (Grass down)
And all this bur-bur-Burberry gon leave you sat down (Sat down)
If I said fuck you that's facts you in my past now (Past now)
Yeah yeah
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