Kulture

They caught him in traffic
He thought he could run
3rd floor
Feds blitz the spot they gon jump
Cold world keep a heater
In the trunk
Started swiping cards
And got me some funds
And with punches
Everyday it's free lunch
Took some Ls
Trynna fuck with them trumps
But it's all good
Hit the trap like it's nun
Remember being broke
And I ain't have nun
Remember bitches
Treated me like a bumb
Now she swallow seed
All on her knees

Like she begging me please
Begging me please

Lost case judge ain't takin his plead
Act tough see what color he bleed
Act up that lil bitch ain't with me
That's tough hit her friend
Then I leave

Hit her friend then I leave

I might just ballout at Neiman's
Money and demons
Blow out her back
Now she screaming
I told her I love her don't mean it
I fell in love wit the creamin
And she swallow semen
She eat my meat but she vegan
Beat up the pussy we beefin
Releasing a demon

I might just ballout at Saks Fifths
I Got a lil bitch she an actress
Think she the queen of dramatics
I leave she flipping the mattress
I disappear when the pack hit
I get it gon then I stack it
Load up the
I'm clappn
Get to the loaf or you fasting
I count it up with a passion
I Don't care too much
For that fashion
Aye

Aye
Huh

Don't care to much for the

Ballout at Gucci
Throwing that paper
That's loose leaf
Stripper bitch
Ghe give me Coochie
Shout out to toosii
Talk to her sweet she gon do me
Old bitch she listen to boosie
She dont want money
Can't fool me
Aye
Aye
Turbo Turbo
Yea
Look
Fuck off a bag then who gon know
She said get me lit
I give her a show
Invite all her friends to the studio
You hanging with pigeons
How you a crow
It's lit when I see you like foolio
So play your best cards
Like Yu-Gi-Oh
Aye
Aye
Aye
Yea

She average I take her to Bloomingdales
I won't pay for pussy cause they Gon tell
They said I'm the devil
Like what the hell
Scream free all my demons
Stuck in a cell



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Writer(s): Jadon Watson
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