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Take a trip to Cali we're gone come back with like a thousand followers
We the trend setters everybody wants to follow us
He's a walking lick if he don't put them fucking dollars up
Racks on racks on racks yeah we got them commas up
That boy is a bitch you know he's sipping out of a sip cup
Twenty in the bank yeah today we caught another dub
That bitch on my phone yeah she thinks I'm Finn like her bro
Focused on this music little hoe you know I don't give a fuck
Walk up out the bank you know I got them pockets filled
Got a chopper on me you know he gone keep that bitch still
That boy is so broke every time he want a fucking deal
Skirting off this whip every time yeah I'm behind the wheel
Way behind the cup yeah the gang is on the dirty sprite
She said I was trash now she in my Dm's wants the pipe
Took another Dub ring on my pink just like Mike
Doing wheelies in a straight yeah we on that dirt bike
If you want to fuck with me yeah I'll take your mask off
Thirty for the whip you know I ain't get it half off
He don't mean what he says yeah that boy gone cap off
They think I'm a wizard cause the way this fucking bag talk
That little boy a frenchie yeah you know that I'm a big dog
Little bitch I'm too special yeah you better keep your hands off
Your boyfriend a pillow ain't no way that man is that soft
Sending off them shots you would think this shit is air-soft
Your boy wants a G yeah you know I'm Finn scam his ass
Yeah they found his ass you know that your man's ass is grass
Everything he says in his songs man that shit is cap
Where I get this gas man I got it from across the map
Pass it to my bro yeah we Finn get that Two man
Sike I'm loyal as fuck you know I don't do that two man
That boy fell off harder then dropping In some quick sand
Man this my year you know I'm a get some quick bands
Balling in the fourth they call me Antetokounmpo
Hold on where's your money ain't no way that you are that broke
Don't want to fuck with me I'll send you home with your leg broke
You need to hit the gym remember when your fucking broke
Part two on this bitch man I'm going to spit some real shit
I need my recognition man I need that shit like real quick
Balling hard yeah you ball like Shaq every shot a brick
I've been dropping bangers only every song you drop a miss
He in my girl comments yeah he is fixing to get his ass beat
I ain't gone touch him I'm a leave it to the two hundred and twenty-three
How you got so much confidence but you ugly
Yeah that gun spraying that boy running like a track meet
Bitch this ain't smack down
Bitch this ain't a part Two
Yeah I'm sending shots you know your car ain't bullet proof
That boy tried to sell me gas you know that shit full of boof
All this money on me half of it I ain't even fixing to use
Look at your hoe sitting there yeah she's useless
The glocky is my muscle cause I'm skinny as a toothpick
I don't give a fuck what you say to me bitch I'm ruthless
Ask me about that body hold on you know I'm clueless
Blue bills on my body yeah you know that they're gone add up
Yeah I'm getting money everybody they be mad at us
Whatever they're going to tell me I'm a keep on counting up
That boy not worth my time I ain't fixing to pull up
We the trend setters everybody wants to follow us
He's a walking lick if he don't put them fucking dollars up
Racks on racks on racks yeah we got them commas up
That boy is a bitch you know he's sipping out of a sip cup
Twenty in the bank yeah today we caught another dub
That bitch on my phone yeah she thinks I'm Finn like her bro
Focused on this music little hoe you know I don't give a fuck
Walk up out the bank you know I got them pockets filled
Got a chopper on me you know he gone keep that bitch still
That boy is so broke every time he want a fucking deal
Skirting off this whip every time yeah I'm behind the wheel
Way behind the cup yeah the gang is on the dirty sprite
She said I was trash now she in my Dm's wants the pipe
Took another Dub ring on my pink just like Mike
Doing wheelies in a straight yeah we on that dirt bike
If you want to fuck with me yeah I'll take your mask off
Thirty for the whip you know I ain't get it half off
He don't mean what he says yeah that boy gone cap off
They think I'm a wizard cause the way this fucking bag talk
That little boy a frenchie yeah you know that I'm a big dog
Little bitch I'm too special yeah you better keep your hands off
Your boyfriend a pillow ain't no way that man is that soft
Sending off them shots you would think this shit is air-soft
Your boy wants a G yeah you know I'm Finn scam his ass
Yeah they found his ass you know that your man's ass is grass
Everything he says in his songs man that shit is cap
Where I get this gas man I got it from across the map
Pass it to my bro yeah we Finn get that Two man
Sike I'm loyal as fuck you know I don't do that two man
That boy fell off harder then dropping In some quick sand
Man this my year you know I'm a get some quick bands
Balling in the fourth they call me Antetokounmpo
Hold on where's your money ain't no way that you are that broke
Don't want to fuck with me I'll send you home with your leg broke
You need to hit the gym remember when your fucking broke
Part two on this bitch man I'm going to spit some real shit
I need my recognition man I need that shit like real quick
Balling hard yeah you ball like Shaq every shot a brick
I've been dropping bangers only every song you drop a miss
He in my girl comments yeah he is fixing to get his ass beat
I ain't gone touch him I'm a leave it to the two hundred and twenty-three
How you got so much confidence but you ugly
Yeah that gun spraying that boy running like a track meet
Bitch this ain't smack down
Bitch this ain't a part Two
Yeah I'm sending shots you know your car ain't bullet proof
That boy tried to sell me gas you know that shit full of boof
All this money on me half of it I ain't even fixing to use
Look at your hoe sitting there yeah she's useless
The glocky is my muscle cause I'm skinny as a toothpick
I don't give a fuck what you say to me bitch I'm ruthless
Ask me about that body hold on you know I'm clueless
Blue bills on my body yeah you know that they're gone add up
Yeah I'm getting money everybody they be mad at us
Whatever they're going to tell me I'm a keep on counting up
That boy not worth my time I ain't fixing to pull up
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Writer(s): Isaac Mendoza
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