WAR
Cop the drip off of Mercari you sorry
Can't get this shit at no swap meet I bought it
Said y'all through fuck you still calling him for?
Fear no man I'm used to mobbing alone
Quit trippin' I won't bother your hoe
He a bitch I watch him when he hide behind phone
See you scamming why you robbing them folks?
Broke boy I dare one of you to play with my dough
Acting baller we all know that you broke
Make your boyfriend take the fucking Marta for smoke
You can't catch me in the ring I'm a ghost
Top scorers on my fucking team we make goals
Bitches trippin' 'bout my pile of dope
Got yo' hoe she say lemme hold the rifle she cold
I said no get fuck out I ain't seen you before
Please don't make me get the beam with the scope
Trip 'bout me then for the green she gon' fold
She send photos under linen sheets to my phone
Don't like bean - only weed, little coke
Now she tell me she want me no she don't
I tell Chris pull up with 3 zips of green
See these hoes they come-a-runnin' for the weed and my team
Why you lie to me you must think I don't see
Heart is burning stomach turning every time you leave
Cop the drip off of Mercari you sorry
Can't get this shit at no swap meet I bought it
Said y'all through fuck you still calling him for?
Fear no man I'm used to mobbing alone
Quit trippin' I won't bother your hoe
He a bitch I watch him when he hide behind phone
See you scamming why you robbing them folks?
Broke boy I dare one of you to play with my dough
Hit my line she begging me to make it right
Oh that's nice, well you should've fucking thought of me last night
Bitch think I don't know where she goin' yeah she hoe-in'
I'm iPhone and your man built like Motorola
People folding, thinking I won't notice
He forgot I tote it now he promise me he joking
My girl goated, love the way she poses
Know she ain't gon' trick for you that's why I let her post it
Keep me posted tell the plug I'm boutta roll it
Keep me smoking on a log of something golden and its potent
She might throat me on the boat a little bonus
Got ya hoe on me like 2010 Nick Jonas
They praying that I fall off keep 'em hoping
Keep going off the turmoil and the stress that made me older
Wait for a bitch to text me first it's been a moment
Goes to show ya, put your mind to something else where you can focus
Can't get this shit at no swap meet I bought it
Said y'all through fuck you still calling him for?
Fear no man I'm used to mobbing alone
Quit trippin' I won't bother your hoe
He a bitch I watch him when he hide behind phone
See you scamming why you robbing them folks?
Broke boy I dare one of you to play with my dough
Acting baller we all know that you broke
Make your boyfriend take the fucking Marta for smoke
You can't catch me in the ring I'm a ghost
Top scorers on my fucking team we make goals
Bitches trippin' 'bout my pile of dope
Got yo' hoe she say lemme hold the rifle she cold
I said no get fuck out I ain't seen you before
Please don't make me get the beam with the scope
Trip 'bout me then for the green she gon' fold
She send photos under linen sheets to my phone
Don't like bean - only weed, little coke
Now she tell me she want me no she don't
I tell Chris pull up with 3 zips of green
See these hoes they come-a-runnin' for the weed and my team
Why you lie to me you must think I don't see
Heart is burning stomach turning every time you leave
Cop the drip off of Mercari you sorry
Can't get this shit at no swap meet I bought it
Said y'all through fuck you still calling him for?
Fear no man I'm used to mobbing alone
Quit trippin' I won't bother your hoe
He a bitch I watch him when he hide behind phone
See you scamming why you robbing them folks?
Broke boy I dare one of you to play with my dough
Hit my line she begging me to make it right
Oh that's nice, well you should've fucking thought of me last night
Bitch think I don't know where she goin' yeah she hoe-in'
I'm iPhone and your man built like Motorola
People folding, thinking I won't notice
He forgot I tote it now he promise me he joking
My girl goated, love the way she poses
Know she ain't gon' trick for you that's why I let her post it
Keep me posted tell the plug I'm boutta roll it
Keep me smoking on a log of something golden and its potent
She might throat me on the boat a little bonus
Got ya hoe on me like 2010 Nick Jonas
They praying that I fall off keep 'em hoping
Keep going off the turmoil and the stress that made me older
Wait for a bitch to text me first it's been a moment
Goes to show ya, put your mind to something else where you can focus
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Writer(s): Connor Jenkins
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