Discrete (DEMO)
She was fucking on me now she on my bro he ain't know we ain't even on the same team though
I was boolin' with my bitch yeah I told her strike a pose
All the money I been countin' I don't really need no more
Hear the, I'm playing COD I ain't from the trenches
But I got lotta model bitches that gon' want a necklace
And if I pull up I might pull up I'm so fuckin' reckless
We ridin' tanks I won't ever drive a fucking Lexus
They showing love yeah they showing love to me
Told the bitch can't bring sand to the beach
R.I.P to Virgil I got Off-White on my feet
Rep Amiri I can do this shit discrete
Run it up, got a hoe she wanna tummy tuck fuck it up
In the back of the Brinks truck I been stuck
I be losing all my shit when I'm off the drugs
Running to the bank got me wylin no I'm not gay but I got a lot of pride in
Fucking on a thottie I put dick all inside her
Got the bitch bugging cuz I'm fucking up her spine
Got her on that freak shit yeah she wanna go
She been on my dick cuz she only want the gold
Looking back I prolly should've fucked and then just drove
I dropped like, I just bought out the whole store
And you thought you had a good girl she a whore
I took her to the streets now she's fucking gang galore
Gotta back rub from a woman she was poor, gave a fat tip she don't do that shit no more
I be on my freak shit when i'm sippin' red, you know how I'm coming bitch I might give her
I mixed the designer with the casual threads
If I keep these habits up I may end up dead
I was boolin' with my bitch yeah I told her strike a pose
All the money I been countin' I don't really need no more
Hear the, I'm playing COD I ain't from the trenches
But I got lotta model bitches that gon' want a necklace
And if I pull up I might pull up I'm so fuckin' reckless
We ridin' tanks I won't ever drive a fucking Lexus
They showing love yeah they showing love to me
Told the bitch can't bring sand to the beach
R.I.P to Virgil I got Off-White on my feet
Rep Amiri I can do this shit discrete
Run it up, got a hoe she wanna tummy tuck fuck it up
In the back of the Brinks truck I been stuck
I be losing all my shit when I'm off the drugs
Running to the bank got me wylin no I'm not gay but I got a lot of pride in
Fucking on a thottie I put dick all inside her
Got the bitch bugging cuz I'm fucking up her spine
Got her on that freak shit yeah she wanna go
She been on my dick cuz she only want the gold
Looking back I prolly should've fucked and then just drove
I dropped like, I just bought out the whole store
And you thought you had a good girl she a whore
I took her to the streets now she's fucking gang galore
Gotta back rub from a woman she was poor, gave a fat tip she don't do that shit no more
I be on my freak shit when i'm sippin' red, you know how I'm coming bitch I might give her
I mixed the designer with the casual threads
If I keep these habits up I may end up dead
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Writer(s): Bill Lench
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