Cashmere
Let's get it moving bitch
Green been on my mind but it's wok in my cup not sipping tris
40 on my side too blow his mind bet he won't see my fist
I been wasting time got on my grind let's scratch him off the list
Don't care who he with
Hit stick we booming shit
I broke shawty heart cause i got tired of her assuming shit
Don't do twitter beef we send his soul up past the moon and shit
We caught him snoozing bitch Red beams touch ya medulla bitch
I can't let yo bitch touch my dick these bitches cuckoo
My other hoe just hit my phone she talm bout "I can't lose you"
Silencer equipped won't hear the blick that bitch go pew pew
Demons in my head controling me I think it's voodoo
Police on his ass some like a corner he got jammed up
Lately I been flexing broke a sweat to run these bands up
Yea I heard his tape but let's be real his ass ain't said nun
Ima show my ass when I'm on top won't pull my pants up
Honestly I can not kick with you yo ass don't give head
No honestly hoe I can't kick with you I ain't got no legs
All yo homies either dead or broke or locked up like a dread
Starting think my niggas bakers now boy we be making bread
I been rolling all night boy I'm so up I need some more xans
I told shawty don't even pull less she fucking I don't need more friends
Got me a pretty white bitch and she blonde like Lindsay Lohan
Man shawty really blew my mind when she blow she use no hands
Green been on my mind but it's wok in my cup not sipping tris
40 on my side too blow his mind bet he won't see my fist
I been wasting time got on my grind let's scratch him off the list
Don't care who he with
Hit stick we booming shit
I broke shawty heart cause i got tired of her assuming shit
Don't do twitter beef we send his soul up past the moon and shit
We caught him snoozing bitch Red beams touch ya medulla bitch
I can't let yo bitch touch my dick these bitches cuckoo
My other hoe just hit my phone she talm bout "I can't lose you"
Silencer equipped won't hear the blick that bitch go pew pew
Demons in my head controling me I think it's voodoo
Police on his ass some like a corner he got jammed up
Lately I been flexing broke a sweat to run these bands up
Yea I heard his tape but let's be real his ass ain't said nun
Ima show my ass when I'm on top won't pull my pants up
Honestly I can not kick with you yo ass don't give head
No honestly hoe I can't kick with you I ain't got no legs
All yo homies either dead or broke or locked up like a dread
Starting think my niggas bakers now boy we be making bread
I been rolling all night boy I'm so up I need some more xans
I told shawty don't even pull less she fucking I don't need more friends
Got me a pretty white bitch and she blonde like Lindsay Lohan
Man shawty really blew my mind when she blow she use no hands
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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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