Section8Baby
Yeahhh
HBK Bando brought the ammo
Bitch
Yeah okay
Went from C section
To a section 8 baby
Bag coverage
Yeah I intercept the pape baby
Young dripper
Water on me
Big lake baby
Is you big fake?
Prolly
Is that yo bitch gimme big brain
Maybe
My zip cost 180
All about my bread
I went bun crazy
See how these bitches shine
Make the sun hate me
Bitch I'm hot as fuck
In some bape sun bathing
Bitch you rot as fuck
And you so ungrateful
Brett hart sharp shooter
And I slam Kurt angle
8th grade with section 8 Rick was a loser
Now I do drive bys on electric scooter
Got more Tec on me than a damn computer
Tutor bitch don't gimme brain then imma shoot her
Naw I'm just playing
Funny looking bitch
She a blooper
All white on and I'm toting beams
Storm trooper
Dirty clothes look like Neiman Marcus
In the laundromat
Swap the engine on accord
Bitch This a Honda scat
Forgot the 223
Fuck it imma bomb his trap
Presis on me suited up
Bitch this Obama rap
Dark thoughts with a black AR
These wakanda straps
Bitch there is no such thing
As sorta kinda broke
I just walked in The bank
And walked out with all kinda bags
Yeahhhh
Yeah
Bro you is kinda sad
Lost as fuck in that fit
You can't find yo swag
Remember I was down bad
Section 8 all I had
Now I got a tree forest
Pull up make him run
I make anybody be forest
Talking like he run up
Pull up with three Taurus
Make him bleed for it
Put him on the ground
Last thing he seen was forces
Choppa eat
He do a lot more than three courses
Pretty boy
Make her sing
Bitch I'm Justin Bieber gorgeous
Call me pretty Ricky
Bitch suck my dick
With no teeth
She is really icky
All new hunnids in the slip
That's a pretty fifty
The cherry poppers popped her cherry
That shit really sticky
I show her my chains and my gun
She said that's really nifty
And then I made her shoot yo ass
Chug splash double cup
Bitch I'm finna loot yo ass
Razor with a Tec
Bitch I'm finna shoot yo ass
If you a rookie
Bet I won't recruit yo ass
Sold a pound of cookie
Yeah I just boofed yo ass
That don't even sound right
Told my plug imma kill him
If the pound light
Down right
Beat killa
What I sound like
I swear to god I go gorilla
When I'm round mics
And I'm a baller
When I throw bags
Big mean on the track
Bitch my flow mad
Big green for the sack
Yeah I grow that
And that's a know fact
Your bitch a known slut
I was in meijers section 8
Getting cold cuts
Do not be around us pussy boy
we hold stuff
We don't up hands
We just pole clutch
Got a whole Dutch
Break it down and fill that hoe up
Let yo bitch wear my balencis
She in here toed up
Hop up outta bed like
Who woke the goat up?
If it's money in the air
Watch me float up
I'm a pro at selling shit
I got product
Selling uh
Yeah I got produce
Tucking on a gun
Yeah that's no use
Hit yo bitch 7 times
Now yo hoe loose
Hit is uh
I mean drop his top
He got no roof
3 point ahhh shit
3.5 of No Lie
I only blow truth
3.5 of
Yeahhh bitch
HBK Bando brought the ammo
Bitch
Yeah okay
Went from C section
To a section 8 baby
Bag coverage
Yeah I intercept the pape baby
Young dripper
Water on me
Big lake baby
Is you big fake?
Prolly
Is that yo bitch gimme big brain
Maybe
My zip cost 180
All about my bread
I went bun crazy
See how these bitches shine
Make the sun hate me
Bitch I'm hot as fuck
In some bape sun bathing
Bitch you rot as fuck
And you so ungrateful
Brett hart sharp shooter
And I slam Kurt angle
8th grade with section 8 Rick was a loser
Now I do drive bys on electric scooter
Got more Tec on me than a damn computer
Tutor bitch don't gimme brain then imma shoot her
Naw I'm just playing
Funny looking bitch
She a blooper
All white on and I'm toting beams
Storm trooper
Dirty clothes look like Neiman Marcus
In the laundromat
Swap the engine on accord
Bitch This a Honda scat
Forgot the 223
Fuck it imma bomb his trap
Presis on me suited up
Bitch this Obama rap
Dark thoughts with a black AR
These wakanda straps
Bitch there is no such thing
As sorta kinda broke
I just walked in The bank
And walked out with all kinda bags
Yeahhhh
Yeah
Bro you is kinda sad
Lost as fuck in that fit
You can't find yo swag
Remember I was down bad
Section 8 all I had
Now I got a tree forest
Pull up make him run
I make anybody be forest
Talking like he run up
Pull up with three Taurus
Make him bleed for it
Put him on the ground
Last thing he seen was forces
Choppa eat
He do a lot more than three courses
Pretty boy
Make her sing
Bitch I'm Justin Bieber gorgeous
Call me pretty Ricky
Bitch suck my dick
With no teeth
She is really icky
All new hunnids in the slip
That's a pretty fifty
The cherry poppers popped her cherry
That shit really sticky
I show her my chains and my gun
She said that's really nifty
And then I made her shoot yo ass
Chug splash double cup
Bitch I'm finna loot yo ass
Razor with a Tec
Bitch I'm finna shoot yo ass
If you a rookie
Bet I won't recruit yo ass
Sold a pound of cookie
Yeah I just boofed yo ass
That don't even sound right
Told my plug imma kill him
If the pound light
Down right
Beat killa
What I sound like
I swear to god I go gorilla
When I'm round mics
And I'm a baller
When I throw bags
Big mean on the track
Bitch my flow mad
Big green for the sack
Yeah I grow that
And that's a know fact
Your bitch a known slut
I was in meijers section 8
Getting cold cuts
Do not be around us pussy boy
we hold stuff
We don't up hands
We just pole clutch
Got a whole Dutch
Break it down and fill that hoe up
Let yo bitch wear my balencis
She in here toed up
Hop up outta bed like
Who woke the goat up?
If it's money in the air
Watch me float up
I'm a pro at selling shit
I got product
Selling uh
Yeah I got produce
Tucking on a gun
Yeah that's no use
Hit yo bitch 7 times
Now yo hoe loose
Hit is uh
I mean drop his top
He got no roof
3 point ahhh shit
3.5 of No Lie
I only blow truth
3.5 of
Yeahhh bitch
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Writer(s): Dillon Coffin
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