March 20th

I snatch a Ferrari
I rob all the targets

Give a fuck bout ya bargain
I'm going insane

Get yo bitch out my way she run around every day
Fuck with me you see
I'm moving meaner this week
Got high demeanors this week
You bum Niggas sip lean
I made it
Fuck around and get famous
Talk abt me you can't aim shit
You know yo girl be my Maine dish
Open slap that nigga so hard he need a face lift
I ain't gotta sue nobody fuckin up the plaintiff
I'm shootin all the firearms we call it moderation
Yuh
I snatch a Ferrari
I rob all the targets

Give a fuck bout ya bargain
I'm going insane

Get ya bitch out my way she run around everyday.
Bitch i pull up all black
Run up these stacks
Yeah, fuck mrs sachs
Yeah, run to the bag like it's track
Yeah, fucking your bitch and i love it
Your boy fat, yeah, he mcloves it
That boy can't do nothing
But bitch I just go hunting
I got a white bitch named Betty
She throw a party for me, confetti
"Will he win" bitch I won't let him
Above the neck bitch, I'm not missing
But when I talk, lil bitch they listen
They all snakes they all hi-hissing
I snatch a Ferrari
I rob all the targets

Give a fuck bout ya bargain
I'm going insane

Get ya bitch out my way she run around everyday



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Writer(s): Yo Look It's Nicky
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