A+B
Yeahhh bitch
FOB
Runtz gang
Remo got the memo
Yeahhh
BITCH
don't play with me
Loose lips
That's okay got a k with me
Kick yo bitch out
Nah she can't stay with me
A+B rolling up
On a A to B
Bitch both my wrist
Cost a 80 piece
Pouring wokiana
Shit I just did a 8 at least
I ball like I play the east
Stomped a bitch and fucked up my Yeezys
Cuz he made em crease
Two uzis I just made em feast
Spent yo whole life lil bitch
I just paid my lease
Stats on me bitch
I can go and check the data sheets
I was slaying beats
Before you ever even touched the streets
Laying hands bro
You could prolly catch me punching beef
Yeah I beat the steaks
Beat the odds
Drum on a glock
Yeah I beat the drake
I keep a brace
Cuz I'm breaking necks
When I speed the wraith
need the face
Or kick the bitch out
Now she need a bus ticket
Kick a fence no offense
But I bust picket
Swiffer on me
Cuz I'm really know to dust bitches
Money talking
Bro I only discuss digits
Water on me
Bitch you wearing watered down rust pendants
That's some fake silver
Money suffocating in my bag
Bro I'm a pape killer
Drip so much
Shit I'm looking like a lake spiller
I put beef down so much
I'm a steak griller
Who the fuck want it
I get the steak delivered
Pull off the breezy
Cold enough it prolly
Make you shiver
Bro cold blooded with that drake
Shit it ate yo liver
Cold fucker
Fuck yo bitch
I ain't have a 8 to give her
Now she acting pressed
I found my way to the money
I ain't map the rest
Money all I do
Yeah Bitch I'm stack invested
Smoking ICE
Shit could probably get my pack arrested
I mean
Shit could prolly get my pack
Deported
7 different strains
Bro swear my pack assorted
I can sip anywhere
Bro my ack is cordless
I can't even take 10 off
And I'm back to scoring
Just hit hutch last night
Now I'm back for more
Pack my shit light
Lil bitch
Then I'm at yo door
You Better check yo self
Tell that fucker
Imma need the check or else
You so broke
You would prolly flex some Ls
Bring that pack with me
I'll come to flex some smells
Took the money ran wit it
Bro you tripped and fell
Yeah
You little silly fucker
Bitch it's Richard
FOB
Runtz gang
Remo got the memo
Yeahhh
BITCH
don't play with me
Loose lips
That's okay got a k with me
Kick yo bitch out
Nah she can't stay with me
A+B rolling up
On a A to B
Bitch both my wrist
Cost a 80 piece
Pouring wokiana
Shit I just did a 8 at least
I ball like I play the east
Stomped a bitch and fucked up my Yeezys
Cuz he made em crease
Two uzis I just made em feast
Spent yo whole life lil bitch
I just paid my lease
Stats on me bitch
I can go and check the data sheets
I was slaying beats
Before you ever even touched the streets
Laying hands bro
You could prolly catch me punching beef
Yeah I beat the steaks
Beat the odds
Drum on a glock
Yeah I beat the drake
I keep a brace
Cuz I'm breaking necks
When I speed the wraith
need the face
Or kick the bitch out
Now she need a bus ticket
Kick a fence no offense
But I bust picket
Swiffer on me
Cuz I'm really know to dust bitches
Money talking
Bro I only discuss digits
Water on me
Bitch you wearing watered down rust pendants
That's some fake silver
Money suffocating in my bag
Bro I'm a pape killer
Drip so much
Shit I'm looking like a lake spiller
I put beef down so much
I'm a steak griller
Who the fuck want it
I get the steak delivered
Pull off the breezy
Cold enough it prolly
Make you shiver
Bro cold blooded with that drake
Shit it ate yo liver
Cold fucker
Fuck yo bitch
I ain't have a 8 to give her
Now she acting pressed
I found my way to the money
I ain't map the rest
Money all I do
Yeah Bitch I'm stack invested
Smoking ICE
Shit could probably get my pack arrested
I mean
Shit could prolly get my pack
Deported
7 different strains
Bro swear my pack assorted
I can sip anywhere
Bro my ack is cordless
I can't even take 10 off
And I'm back to scoring
Just hit hutch last night
Now I'm back for more
Pack my shit light
Lil bitch
Then I'm at yo door
You Better check yo self
Tell that fucker
Imma need the check or else
You so broke
You would prolly flex some Ls
Bring that pack with me
I'll come to flex some smells
Took the money ran wit it
Bro you tripped and fell
Yeah
You little silly fucker
Bitch it's Richard
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