Hippie
They see me winning so now they resent me
Whole lotta red nigga let's get trippy
That's yo hoe but she gone pick me
Got smoke with many men I'm holding fifty
What's in this wood nigga that's yo bro rolling up smoke I'm higher than a hippie
Shawty on go I already know I just want her dome can't give me no hickeys
I ain't never home always near the dough never chase a hoe shawty say she miss me
Shawty was icky yea she can lick me no I won't cuff her no she can't even kiss me
Pray to my blicky when I'm feeling iffy he can't run away we gone do him like Ricky
He loving a hoe Nigga going out sad
Ain't no free feats nigga really be trash
200 On the dash like nigga let's drag
Demons with me they gone do his ass bad
If he keep fucking with my bag
They think I be modeling got whole lotta mags
She know ima beat it feel like mike jack
We gone take off his face if he reach in that bag
Better play this shit smart nigga don't do that
Cops on my ass hit the corner and left em
Heard you got robbed that's yo fault cause you let 'em
No we can't wrestle bro keep it on him you better no check em
He keep a weapon I got that Wesson
This shit a blessing I'm doing him dirty
4-0 In my pants the clip holding thirty
Keep pouring up eights baby I'm getting thirsty
These niggas hate me I don't know why
Pockets full of dead man and old guys
Told me she love me hoe that was a lie
AMG in two lanes this bitch to wide
Blunt kinda loud I ain't hear what you said
If he play with my green paint his whole house red
No I don't want your heart hoe just give me your head
Just give me the lettuce fuck beef I want bread
They see me winning so now they resent me
Whole lotta red nigga let's get trippy
That's yo hoe but she gone pick me
Got smoke with many men I'm holding fifty
What's in this wood nigga that's yo bro rolling up smoke I'm higher than a hippie
Shawty on go I already know I just want her dome can't give me no hickeys
I ain't never home always near the dough never chase a hoe shawty say she miss me
Shawty was icky yea she can lick me no I won't cuff her no she can't even kiss me
Pray to my blicky when I'm feeling iffy he can't run away we gone do him like Ricky
Whole lotta red nigga let's get trippy
That's yo hoe but she gone pick me
Got smoke with many men I'm holding fifty
What's in this wood nigga that's yo bro rolling up smoke I'm higher than a hippie
Shawty on go I already know I just want her dome can't give me no hickeys
I ain't never home always near the dough never chase a hoe shawty say she miss me
Shawty was icky yea she can lick me no I won't cuff her no she can't even kiss me
Pray to my blicky when I'm feeling iffy he can't run away we gone do him like Ricky
He loving a hoe Nigga going out sad
Ain't no free feats nigga really be trash
200 On the dash like nigga let's drag
Demons with me they gone do his ass bad
If he keep fucking with my bag
They think I be modeling got whole lotta mags
She know ima beat it feel like mike jack
We gone take off his face if he reach in that bag
Better play this shit smart nigga don't do that
Cops on my ass hit the corner and left em
Heard you got robbed that's yo fault cause you let 'em
No we can't wrestle bro keep it on him you better no check em
He keep a weapon I got that Wesson
This shit a blessing I'm doing him dirty
4-0 In my pants the clip holding thirty
Keep pouring up eights baby I'm getting thirsty
These niggas hate me I don't know why
Pockets full of dead man and old guys
Told me she love me hoe that was a lie
AMG in two lanes this bitch to wide
Blunt kinda loud I ain't hear what you said
If he play with my green paint his whole house red
No I don't want your heart hoe just give me your head
Just give me the lettuce fuck beef I want bread
They see me winning so now they resent me
Whole lotta red nigga let's get trippy
That's yo hoe but she gone pick me
Got smoke with many men I'm holding fifty
What's in this wood nigga that's yo bro rolling up smoke I'm higher than a hippie
Shawty on go I already know I just want her dome can't give me no hickeys
I ain't never home always near the dough never chase a hoe shawty say she miss me
Shawty was icky yea she can lick me no I won't cuff her no she can't even kiss me
Pray to my blicky when I'm feeling iffy he can't run away we gone do him like Ricky
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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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