Cross
Swear to god these Lil niggas was on my dick
Now they wanna fuck my bitch
Swear to god I won't never forgive that bitch
Yeah it's still fuck that bitch
Shaking my hair like a Rockstar bitch
Not my friends they is not my clique
Let a Lil nigga say he want the static
Imma go empty the clip
Too many niggas that I done went put on
Now I gotta go put my foot on em
Been too humble I can't even shit on em
Make em Morty I'll turn into Rick on em
Save the shit bitch I'll fuck round and piss on em
Took his bitch Imma fuck put the dick on her
Run a blitz Imma up put the stick on em
Riding my nuts but his bitch wanna lick on em
Niggas was hungry
I made sure they eat
Sayin' shout out to god
Nigga shout out to me
Nigga look at your father don't look up to me
Please - Boy come put yo bitch on a leash
You was calling my phone I helped I teach
Say you need help? I help I preach
I don't bury the hatchet I chop down the trees
Take a switch off that bitch and beat him with the leaves
Catch his Lil ass I won't stop till he bleeding
Put him in a coma, I won't stop till he seizes
You a try-hard bitch this shit come easy
Peezy, I put on like Jeezy
How he a rat and he ain't got no cheese
Put that Lil bitch on her knees and she please me
Way that I do it I make it look easy, breezy
Cover that girl with the semen
How the fuck did I lose me a friend if I ain't take no loss
How the fuck these niggas my friends? These niggas gon cross
How the fuck these niggas my friends? These niggas gon cross
How the fuck these niggas my friends? These niggas gon cross
GOD
Now they wanna fuck my bitch
Swear to god I won't never forgive that bitch
Yeah it's still fuck that bitch
Shaking my hair like a Rockstar bitch
Not my friends they is not my clique
Let a Lil nigga say he want the static
Imma go empty the clip
Too many niggas that I done went put on
Now I gotta go put my foot on em
Been too humble I can't even shit on em
Make em Morty I'll turn into Rick on em
Save the shit bitch I'll fuck round and piss on em
Took his bitch Imma fuck put the dick on her
Run a blitz Imma up put the stick on em
Riding my nuts but his bitch wanna lick on em
Niggas was hungry
I made sure they eat
Sayin' shout out to god
Nigga shout out to me
Nigga look at your father don't look up to me
Please - Boy come put yo bitch on a leash
You was calling my phone I helped I teach
Say you need help? I help I preach
I don't bury the hatchet I chop down the trees
Take a switch off that bitch and beat him with the leaves
Catch his Lil ass I won't stop till he bleeding
Put him in a coma, I won't stop till he seizes
You a try-hard bitch this shit come easy
Peezy, I put on like Jeezy
How he a rat and he ain't got no cheese
Put that Lil bitch on her knees and she please me
Way that I do it I make it look easy, breezy
Cover that girl with the semen
How the fuck did I lose me a friend if I ain't take no loss
How the fuck these niggas my friends? These niggas gon cross
How the fuck these niggas my friends? These niggas gon cross
How the fuck these niggas my friends? These niggas gon cross
GOD
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Writer(s): Styles Croom
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