Fashionnova
She put that ass in fashion nova
I fuck her fast, then ask for closure
She want some cash for nails and closures
I almost crashed, cause I'm never sober
Extended my mag, eighty it's holding
She went to the DR it's soft, it's swollen
Shots out the AR, they fall like we bowling
I got the heart of soldier
Work off the traps really had auntie rolling
He don't want no smoke, he trolling
Make that work separate from that water, Moses
(Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh)
Bitch I'm the coldest
They think it's games, till they dead in the ocean
Skeet on her stomach, she rub it like lotion
He don't got say so, I'm really on shit
Shots out the draco, now I'm performing
Stop all that cap shit, these niggas corny
Good by my lonely, don't need you to join me
Two bad bitches, they really enjoy me
Pops telling me about them bricks in '03
How the fuck you niggas miss from four feet?
I'm starting to think yall ain't want to kill me
I know that they love me,
But once I got money that shit made it hard to feel me
But nah I ain't trippin, I'm chilling
I stay in my bag, no feelings
I'm sending a bag to Phoenix, the judge called my ass a heathen
I would of been dead, if ain't have my heater
Me and the hundred round in the two seater
Poured up a whole pint up in a two liter
Can't leave the state, so I don't need no visa (Nigga)
The hoes I be fucking be peaches
Fuck her for hours, she speechless
Blood on the gun, had to bleach it
Detectives on dick, they was reaching
I do my dirt, then go back in the creases
I know this ain't jammin, the chopper came greasy
I'm selling gas by the turkey bag
Hop out with glock, and I know how to work it fast
Fuck niggas try, but they couldn't last
Niggas be hating, they really crabs
FN shells in a mini mac
I'm the one, really brought winning back
Really fucked up a block, while sitting back
Yeah this shit off the dome, but it's really facts
Couple niggas got money, but really hot
Take a line of that drip, mix that shit with snot
I can tell some these niggas was in the trap
I was thinking about murder, while on the cot
Got into with opps, they ain't leaving out
Then they tried by my friends, I ain't even shocked
I'm definition of having heart
I fuck her fast, then ask for closure
She want some cash for nails and closures
I almost crashed, cause I'm never sober
Extended my mag, eighty it's holding
She went to the DR it's soft, it's swollen
Shots out the AR, they fall like we bowling
I got the heart of soldier
Work off the traps really had auntie rolling
He don't want no smoke, he trolling
Make that work separate from that water, Moses
(Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh)
Bitch I'm the coldest
They think it's games, till they dead in the ocean
Skeet on her stomach, she rub it like lotion
He don't got say so, I'm really on shit
Shots out the draco, now I'm performing
Stop all that cap shit, these niggas corny
Good by my lonely, don't need you to join me
Two bad bitches, they really enjoy me
Pops telling me about them bricks in '03
How the fuck you niggas miss from four feet?
I'm starting to think yall ain't want to kill me
I know that they love me,
But once I got money that shit made it hard to feel me
But nah I ain't trippin, I'm chilling
I stay in my bag, no feelings
I'm sending a bag to Phoenix, the judge called my ass a heathen
I would of been dead, if ain't have my heater
Me and the hundred round in the two seater
Poured up a whole pint up in a two liter
Can't leave the state, so I don't need no visa (Nigga)
The hoes I be fucking be peaches
Fuck her for hours, she speechless
Blood on the gun, had to bleach it
Detectives on dick, they was reaching
I do my dirt, then go back in the creases
I know this ain't jammin, the chopper came greasy
I'm selling gas by the turkey bag
Hop out with glock, and I know how to work it fast
Fuck niggas try, but they couldn't last
Niggas be hating, they really crabs
FN shells in a mini mac
I'm the one, really brought winning back
Really fucked up a block, while sitting back
Yeah this shit off the dome, but it's really facts
Couple niggas got money, but really hot
Take a line of that drip, mix that shit with snot
I can tell some these niggas was in the trap
I was thinking about murder, while on the cot
Got into with opps, they ain't leaving out
Then they tried by my friends, I ain't even shocked
I'm definition of having heart
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Writer(s): George J Hudnall Iii, Jeremy Shermane Jr Bradley
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