Free S
Late night off the wocky be crazy
Got a foreign that lil bitch from Haiti
And this double cup got me lazy
Why a hundred hoes call me baby
Gra, Gra
Why these bitches want my baby like
Hold on, gra
Rah rah rah rah rah
I got some bitches that only wanna fuck like
That's cool, baby come link at two
I got some bad bitches in the telly
If you need a pack send it through zelle like
I got it
Whatever you need my nigga I got it
Oh she like drugs? Bitch I'm the dealer
Oh she like bread? Bitch I'm a tipper
Oh you like lean? Bitch I'm a sipper
Every time I fuck her ass get bigger
I need a bad bitch that's gon touch her toes every time a nigga gon link
I need a bad bitch that's gon eat it up without even having to think
I'm recording this bitch with a glock on me
I'm fucking this bitch with my crocs on
This a banger nah this ain't no pop song
Know an opp bitch got the drop on him like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I ain't a father but she call me dad
I need a bitch that's gon fuck up her back
If you needed za Imma send you the pack
If you needed yerks I'll send you the pack
If you need some white I'll send you the pack
Like, uh
Put your hands on your knees girl
Bend it over let me see girl
Like uh
You dirty
Lil bitch I'm disgusting
I'll put a hole in your muffin
Okay mama I do not dance
I just lean back when I'm drunk
Said she came here with her friends
Mine snuck three guns in the club
Said she ain't feeling this party
I said baby girl what's up
I got two woods in my pockets
I touch road baby let's fuck
Get your hands off of my cup
You ain't throw down for my drink
If I sip green it might kill me
So I keep sipping that pink
Aye don't run nigga don't blink
Aye don't drown nigga don't sink
Catch my opp and we kept clicking
That boy flopped
Fuck did you think
Who want smoke
Niggas got gas
At your home smoking that pack
He was making threats on the internet
So that fuck nigga got taxed
Ruby rose where is you at
I'm in mode wait till I'm back
Need your legs outta them pants
Hitting your holes tongue in your cat
Everything gold
Everything cash
Every gun chrome
Some of them black
All my songs old
Every hoe whack
Every opp gone
Smoking opp packs
Out of my bong
Hoes in my lap
Singing my songs
Ask where I'm at
Packs a go fast
Like a four flat
They get more drugs
We get more cash
They get more mad
We get more hoes
Nigga jus flashed
So he got smoked
Shoulda used that
Guess he ain't know
Should not lacked
So he went ghost
I don't do jail
So I got low
Tote a 45 and I love poles
I cannot die keep a stick close
I jus get high count up my dough
Got a foreign that lil bitch from Haiti
And this double cup got me lazy
Why a hundred hoes call me baby
Gra, Gra
Why these bitches want my baby like
Hold on, gra
Rah rah rah rah rah
I got some bitches that only wanna fuck like
That's cool, baby come link at two
I got some bad bitches in the telly
If you need a pack send it through zelle like
I got it
Whatever you need my nigga I got it
Oh she like drugs? Bitch I'm the dealer
Oh she like bread? Bitch I'm a tipper
Oh you like lean? Bitch I'm a sipper
Every time I fuck her ass get bigger
I need a bad bitch that's gon touch her toes every time a nigga gon link
I need a bad bitch that's gon eat it up without even having to think
I'm recording this bitch with a glock on me
I'm fucking this bitch with my crocs on
This a banger nah this ain't no pop song
Know an opp bitch got the drop on him like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I ain't a father but she call me dad
I need a bitch that's gon fuck up her back
If you needed za Imma send you the pack
If you needed yerks I'll send you the pack
If you need some white I'll send you the pack
Like, uh
Put your hands on your knees girl
Bend it over let me see girl
Like uh
You dirty
Lil bitch I'm disgusting
I'll put a hole in your muffin
Okay mama I do not dance
I just lean back when I'm drunk
Said she came here with her friends
Mine snuck three guns in the club
Said she ain't feeling this party
I said baby girl what's up
I got two woods in my pockets
I touch road baby let's fuck
Get your hands off of my cup
You ain't throw down for my drink
If I sip green it might kill me
So I keep sipping that pink
Aye don't run nigga don't blink
Aye don't drown nigga don't sink
Catch my opp and we kept clicking
That boy flopped
Fuck did you think
Who want smoke
Niggas got gas
At your home smoking that pack
He was making threats on the internet
So that fuck nigga got taxed
Ruby rose where is you at
I'm in mode wait till I'm back
Need your legs outta them pants
Hitting your holes tongue in your cat
Everything gold
Everything cash
Every gun chrome
Some of them black
All my songs old
Every hoe whack
Every opp gone
Smoking opp packs
Out of my bong
Hoes in my lap
Singing my songs
Ask where I'm at
Packs a go fast
Like a four flat
They get more drugs
We get more cash
They get more mad
We get more hoes
Nigga jus flashed
So he got smoked
Shoulda used that
Guess he ain't know
Should not lacked
So he went ghost
I don't do jail
So I got low
Tote a 45 and I love poles
I cannot die keep a stick close
I jus get high count up my dough
Credits
Writer(s): Herber Hernandez
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