Wraps
Damn, this shit got a nice grip
Bad bitch and she thick giving light lip
Boy I'm feeling high as a pilot
2 sticks and they ready to digest
(Woah)
Can't fuck she got milage (2 much)
I can't trust her she quiet (Nah)
Huh, get the fuck out my sight bitch
I can't lie but that pussy a vice grip
Talking nice boy I'll leave you in silence
SRT on yo block den we light it
I can't fuck wit dat hoe she a thief
Cz I took my shirt off
And the bitch tried to hide it
Do not run on the muh'fukin team
We will leave you in peace
And leave yo momma cryin
Mayne the shit I release out this choppa is demons
And they sending you straight to Christ bitch
Keep a 40 and my brodie keep a 44
If we do it on the low it's on the low low
Choppa took his soul I emptied out the pogo
In Bahamas and she said she want a photo
Mayne juss give me a break
Luh shawty takin more than what she thought she could take
And I get it by the boat I'm trynna double my cake
Leave me alone I'm finna Flipp Dinero today
(Ayy Ayy)
Poppin em tags
She goin mad nigga I'm boutta spazz
Hit from the back and she calling me daddy
Wasn't locked outta heaven this shit Alcatraz
Delete my digits and don't call me back
How you walking around with a pussy that's trash (pussy that's trash)
Catching my breath
But it's lit as a bitch
I got flames in my muh'fukin head (uh)
Nigga you shopping at target
Feet coulda covered yo fuckin apartment
Green got me high
Ion know when it started
Gang on dat nigga
His nasty ass sharted (Eughh)
Yuh
Yuh I call this Wraps
Bad bitch and she thick giving light lip
Boy I'm feeling high as a pilot
2 sticks and they ready to digest
(Woah)
Can't fuck she got milage (2 much)
I can't trust her she quiet (Nah)
Huh, get the fuck out my sight bitch
I can't lie but that pussy a vice grip
Talking nice boy I'll leave you in silence
SRT on yo block den we light it
I can't fuck wit dat hoe she a thief
Cz I took my shirt off
And the bitch tried to hide it
Do not run on the muh'fukin team
We will leave you in peace
And leave yo momma cryin
Mayne the shit I release out this choppa is demons
And they sending you straight to Christ bitch
Keep a 40 and my brodie keep a 44
If we do it on the low it's on the low low
Choppa took his soul I emptied out the pogo
In Bahamas and she said she want a photo
Mayne juss give me a break
Luh shawty takin more than what she thought she could take
And I get it by the boat I'm trynna double my cake
Leave me alone I'm finna Flipp Dinero today
(Ayy Ayy)
Poppin em tags
She goin mad nigga I'm boutta spazz
Hit from the back and she calling me daddy
Wasn't locked outta heaven this shit Alcatraz
Delete my digits and don't call me back
How you walking around with a pussy that's trash (pussy that's trash)
Catching my breath
But it's lit as a bitch
I got flames in my muh'fukin head (uh)
Nigga you shopping at target
Feet coulda covered yo fuckin apartment
Green got me high
Ion know when it started
Gang on dat nigga
His nasty ass sharted (Eughh)
Yuh
Yuh I call this Wraps
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Writer(s): Sentwali Eshban Coore
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