Bells on Bells

I'm high asl
Onna road finna cop a bowl you tryna cop bells
Ok my n keep a load and he keep 'em near
I don't be fuckin with them n fuck 12
Bells on top of bells
And I keep them grams onna scale
I walk around this bitch like the mayor
We gon hop out with a knife
N we ain't playin fair
I think this bitch tryna fish
I just wanna pull her hair

I ain't got no time for this shit
My n taking risk paying 50 for the mix
My plug might be young but they be looking at his wrist
And boy I thought you was a player but yo ass onna bench

Hop out wit a Kay and my nigga crazy shoot that bitch broad day
I was inna gym shooting shit all day
My n inna field shooting bricks all day
N I ain't tryna hang unless you talking bout some plays
I ain't fuck with class I was inna hallway
I bought my 1st car I messed that bitch up tryna race
I had to tax em
Cuz I sold his ass wedding cake
Boy a hoe can't get shit
And these ns they be gay
Ion give a fuck tell a bitch get out my face
The world is mine Tony you can call me Scarface
We put the bowls inna truck we ain't even leave no trace
We put the bowls inna truck we ain't even leave no trace

I ain't got no time for this shit
My n taking risk paying 50 for the mix
My plug might be young but they be looking at his wrist
And boy I thought you was a player but yo ass onna bench

Boy I thought you was a player but yo ass onna bench
We was inna hood pops said I had to use my fist
You prolly neva did shit
Prolly never sold a zip
And give a fuck about a bitch
Cuz I'm tryna get rich
We found da plug in yo town
Can you drive these to this house
Can you drive these to yo spouse
Ns rats with the cheese
Just a fuckn lil mouse
My dog always keep them p's get em in and get em out

I got the birds inna bag
I'm finna save for a drought
I told that bitch hop inna back
She just in it for the clout
The nerve of these ns boy these ns boy scouts
Dog gon hop out onnat curb
And let that bitch rockout

I ain't got no time for this shit
My n taking risk paying 50 for the mix
My plug might be young but they be looking at his wrist
And boy I thought you was a player but yo ass onna bench



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Writer(s): Keenen Lewis
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