Another 1
Fuck the friend I want another one
These diamonds they wet as a puddle
I was puttin these racks for my bitch, for my brudda, my momma
We came out the gutta
Why the fuck is you still gettin mad
When this money keep callin you know I can't cuddle
Why the fuck niggas still wanna talk shit out
When you see em you know we gon bust em
She a freak I can't fuck under covers
I just fuck her and buy what she want
Know I'm mafia
These niggas play and we droppin em
And we get away with that murder
Why the fuck they worried bout this bag and how I'm spendin this bitch I earned it
Cut traffic with them bags doin a hoe dead like its urgent
Bitch the FN plastic now
Cut off a bitch get another pound
We still shootin catch a nigga out of bound
Choppin shit down like a so foul
The teller on the stick got no sound
When I fuck she skatin no roll bounce
Had the pack came in and touch down
Tryna get me a play like hut now
If it don't work in the rappin, I'm back into trappin shit
I never had to say nothin, this dick in her mouth I'm never gon ask the bitch
I seen a young nigga get em, they go into sell throw a play I catch me a pick
I had this one, she doin more drugs than me I ain't thinkin bout fuckin you bitch
Huh
I'm tryna put switches on all of these glocks
The one that go brrr, that 15 shots
Put them all on his head, ima x in him out
Soon as he come out the spot, we gon lay on that guy
Got the stick on the grill, these bullets get hot
We see em, we take em down, we don't plot
If I got a problem, Im solving it out
I do it myself I ain't ask nobody
Fuck the friend I want another one
These diamonds they wet as a puddle
I was puttin these racks for my bitch for my brudda my momma
We came out the gutta
Why the fuck is you still gettin mad
When this money keep callin you know I can't cuddle
Why the fuck niggas still wanna talk shit out
When you see em you know we gon bust em
She a freak I can't fuck under covers
I just fuck her and buy what she want
Know I'm mafia
These niggas play and we droppin em, and we get away with that murder
Why the fuck they worried bout this bag and how I'm spendin this bitch I earned it
Cut traffic with them bags doin a hoe dead like its urgent
Crib shit, we in traffic with them bands
Only fuckin P like I don't know my alphabet
A, B, C
Bitch I'm wit lil q and baby
She thought I was 4pf, nahh
Before we send it out, we ride the tide and got no smell
Oh yeah
Blues in my pocket, lil q I was crackin
We catch him out and we screamin whats happenin
Leave his ass on a hill, I feel like I'm tannin
We stick it to him, I ain't mad at it
She tryna fuck, but I don't fuck average
She gotta be a 10 in a 22 caddy
And I found 2 three's I don't pop xanny's
Ima grow em overseas, authentic
Huh, horny bitch all in my face, hoe get on yo knees
Huh, woe gave a nigga smoke, and then his ass can't breathe
Uh, can't leave without my gun, this draco my ID
You know them 762s chop shit down like trees
Fuck the friend I want another one
These diamonds they wet as a puddle
I was puttin these racks for my bitch, for my brudda, my momma
We came out the gutta
Why the fuck is you still gettin mad
When this money keep callin you know I can't cuddle
Why the fuck niggas still wanna talk shit out
When you see em and you know we gon bust em
She a freak I can't fuck under covers
I just fuck her and buy what she want
Know I'm mafia
These niggas play and we droppin em
And we get away with that murder
Why the fuck they worried bout this bag and how I'm spendin this bitch I earned it
Cut traffic with them bags doin a hoe dead like its urgent
These diamonds they wet as a puddle
I was puttin these racks for my bitch, for my brudda, my momma
We came out the gutta
Why the fuck is you still gettin mad
When this money keep callin you know I can't cuddle
Why the fuck niggas still wanna talk shit out
When you see em you know we gon bust em
She a freak I can't fuck under covers
I just fuck her and buy what she want
Know I'm mafia
These niggas play and we droppin em
And we get away with that murder
Why the fuck they worried bout this bag and how I'm spendin this bitch I earned it
Cut traffic with them bags doin a hoe dead like its urgent
Bitch the FN plastic now
Cut off a bitch get another pound
We still shootin catch a nigga out of bound
Choppin shit down like a so foul
The teller on the stick got no sound
When I fuck she skatin no roll bounce
Had the pack came in and touch down
Tryna get me a play like hut now
If it don't work in the rappin, I'm back into trappin shit
I never had to say nothin, this dick in her mouth I'm never gon ask the bitch
I seen a young nigga get em, they go into sell throw a play I catch me a pick
I had this one, she doin more drugs than me I ain't thinkin bout fuckin you bitch
Huh
I'm tryna put switches on all of these glocks
The one that go brrr, that 15 shots
Put them all on his head, ima x in him out
Soon as he come out the spot, we gon lay on that guy
Got the stick on the grill, these bullets get hot
We see em, we take em down, we don't plot
If I got a problem, Im solving it out
I do it myself I ain't ask nobody
Fuck the friend I want another one
These diamonds they wet as a puddle
I was puttin these racks for my bitch for my brudda my momma
We came out the gutta
Why the fuck is you still gettin mad
When this money keep callin you know I can't cuddle
Why the fuck niggas still wanna talk shit out
When you see em you know we gon bust em
She a freak I can't fuck under covers
I just fuck her and buy what she want
Know I'm mafia
These niggas play and we droppin em, and we get away with that murder
Why the fuck they worried bout this bag and how I'm spendin this bitch I earned it
Cut traffic with them bags doin a hoe dead like its urgent
Crib shit, we in traffic with them bands
Only fuckin P like I don't know my alphabet
A, B, C
Bitch I'm wit lil q and baby
She thought I was 4pf, nahh
Before we send it out, we ride the tide and got no smell
Oh yeah
Blues in my pocket, lil q I was crackin
We catch him out and we screamin whats happenin
Leave his ass on a hill, I feel like I'm tannin
We stick it to him, I ain't mad at it
She tryna fuck, but I don't fuck average
She gotta be a 10 in a 22 caddy
And I found 2 three's I don't pop xanny's
Ima grow em overseas, authentic
Huh, horny bitch all in my face, hoe get on yo knees
Huh, woe gave a nigga smoke, and then his ass can't breathe
Uh, can't leave without my gun, this draco my ID
You know them 762s chop shit down like trees
Fuck the friend I want another one
These diamonds they wet as a puddle
I was puttin these racks for my bitch, for my brudda, my momma
We came out the gutta
Why the fuck is you still gettin mad
When this money keep callin you know I can't cuddle
Why the fuck niggas still wanna talk shit out
When you see em and you know we gon bust em
She a freak I can't fuck under covers
I just fuck her and buy what she want
Know I'm mafia
These niggas play and we droppin em
And we get away with that murder
Why the fuck they worried bout this bag and how I'm spendin this bitch I earned it
Cut traffic with them bags doin a hoe dead like its urgent
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