ARPs
We tot ARPS
We don't tot no Tec
Told a get up on ya knee's
Ion want da sex
Wen I let dis choppa squeeze
It hit above neck
I'm like d rose with good knees
I'm above the net
Balling like I'm kyrie
You can call my bro durant
Da way I'm flexing on dese niggas
Shit don't make no sense
Hop out all in traffic
Keep on shooting till he flip
That bitch she swallowed all my kids
You kissed on da lips
I been stacking all dis paper
Might take a trip to Jamaica
My bitch don't even wear make up
FUCKING that's just how we make up
FUCK em dey just wanna say some
Dey ant really shake nothing
Wen I come thru
Niggas Dey run
Shooter geeking
Tryna spray sum
But you knowing watt we on
Let's get dis party started
I'm in dis bitch off a perky
I'm Dancing with my 40
Nigga started reaching fa my chain
I think dis boy retardant
I let that 40 blow
Dis bitch it's riding like a Harley
Dey ask me am I ever sober
I responded hardly
I'm with you bitch
Rolling woods
Laughing watching Martin
I got some youngins
Don't like humans
I just kall em martians
You think Dey pussy
Must be stupid
Dey gone get to sparking
We tot ARPS
We don't tot no Tec
Told a get up on ya knee's
Ion want da sex
Wen I let dis choppa squeeze
It hit above neck
I'm like d rose with good knees
I'm above the net
Balling like I'm kyrie
You can call my bro durant
Da way I'm flexing on dese niggas
Shit don't make no sense
Hop out all in traffic
Keep on shooting till he flip
Dat bitch she swallowed all my kids
You kissed on da lips
We in the Benz
Fly with the wind
Finna go spend a 10
Dis lul hoe she wanna fuck
But I just want ha friend
She in my face
I see ha lace
She acting like a fan
But it's ok it's still broad day
I put ha on my man's
We Bumping gatez Yea ABK
She think that I'm da man
We on the way we might be late
We on the sprinter van
Like Fuck a lake fly to LA
Go smoke exotic strands
No time to wait I fuck ha face
Didn't even take off my pants
I'm on da flight see you tonight
I'll hit you wen I land
I grab a sprite pour up a 4
My bitch don't understand
Dis a gen 4 I feel like sada
Imma whoop and wham
Told ha relax let da seat back
Now kome and eat dis ham
We tot ARPS
We don't tot no Tec
Told a get up on ya knee's
Ion want da sex
Wen I let dis choppa squeeze
It hit above neck
I'm like d rose with good knees
I'm above the net
Balling like I'm kyrie
You can call my bro durant
Da way I'm flexing on dese niggas
Shit don't make no sense
Hop out all in traffic
Keep on shooting till he flip
Dat bitch she swallowed all my kids
You kissed on da lips
We don't tot no Tec
Told a get up on ya knee's
Ion want da sex
Wen I let dis choppa squeeze
It hit above neck
I'm like d rose with good knees
I'm above the net
Balling like I'm kyrie
You can call my bro durant
Da way I'm flexing on dese niggas
Shit don't make no sense
Hop out all in traffic
Keep on shooting till he flip
That bitch she swallowed all my kids
You kissed on da lips
I been stacking all dis paper
Might take a trip to Jamaica
My bitch don't even wear make up
FUCKING that's just how we make up
FUCK em dey just wanna say some
Dey ant really shake nothing
Wen I come thru
Niggas Dey run
Shooter geeking
Tryna spray sum
But you knowing watt we on
Let's get dis party started
I'm in dis bitch off a perky
I'm Dancing with my 40
Nigga started reaching fa my chain
I think dis boy retardant
I let that 40 blow
Dis bitch it's riding like a Harley
Dey ask me am I ever sober
I responded hardly
I'm with you bitch
Rolling woods
Laughing watching Martin
I got some youngins
Don't like humans
I just kall em martians
You think Dey pussy
Must be stupid
Dey gone get to sparking
We tot ARPS
We don't tot no Tec
Told a get up on ya knee's
Ion want da sex
Wen I let dis choppa squeeze
It hit above neck
I'm like d rose with good knees
I'm above the net
Balling like I'm kyrie
You can call my bro durant
Da way I'm flexing on dese niggas
Shit don't make no sense
Hop out all in traffic
Keep on shooting till he flip
Dat bitch she swallowed all my kids
You kissed on da lips
We in the Benz
Fly with the wind
Finna go spend a 10
Dis lul hoe she wanna fuck
But I just want ha friend
She in my face
I see ha lace
She acting like a fan
But it's ok it's still broad day
I put ha on my man's
We Bumping gatez Yea ABK
She think that I'm da man
We on the way we might be late
We on the sprinter van
Like Fuck a lake fly to LA
Go smoke exotic strands
No time to wait I fuck ha face
Didn't even take off my pants
I'm on da flight see you tonight
I'll hit you wen I land
I grab a sprite pour up a 4
My bitch don't understand
Dis a gen 4 I feel like sada
Imma whoop and wham
Told ha relax let da seat back
Now kome and eat dis ham
We tot ARPS
We don't tot no Tec
Told a get up on ya knee's
Ion want da sex
Wen I let dis choppa squeeze
It hit above neck
I'm like d rose with good knees
I'm above the net
Balling like I'm kyrie
You can call my bro durant
Da way I'm flexing on dese niggas
Shit don't make no sense
Hop out all in traffic
Keep on shooting till he flip
Dat bitch she swallowed all my kids
You kissed on da lips
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Writer(s): Ivan Robertson
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