Raydin Wick

Niggas swear think they know me
Ever since that wybe i been moving lowkey
Pull up basic drip, jeans and a white tee
Ugly ass nigga, he make all the gyals flee
Things soon get better, that used to be me
Take it like a G, I been pushing P

She think we them rich couples, she want double C
And she want Louis, and she want Birky
But I ain't gat it b
I know my mummy proud of me
Ferno Spazzin' on the beat
I want that pink Cullinan jeep, seats smooth like a sheep
She tryna figure out how i never write a song (How)
Niggas playin' on my top, now if he dead i wrong
Nigga always in some ass, he must be a thong (Ha)
And i gatta mention Percs in every song (30)

Right now i want a Cuban Link, it cost like 20
I ain't got no friends, but tomorrow if i dead i got plenty (Fake)
Yeah i on that hightec, I don't drink no henny (No)
Had to cut my gyal off, she acting to friendly (Bitch)
I'll cut anyone off, yeah no hessy (Kyrie)
Kick her out my house once, now i name messi (Ha)
I only like classy girls, I don't like them messy (Ugh)
I mussy look like bjc, niggas tryna test me (Da fuck?)
I mussy look like okc, the Thunder got him scary
Off these Percs i moving slow, call me gary



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Writer(s): Kgm Raydin
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