Blue Hair + Pink Nails
Yeah
Oh thats your bitch
Well I told her to leave
Chasing the blue
And im rolling the green
They hit my phone
Like what do you need?
Venmo and cashapp
Keeping it clean
We in a coupe
And we moving too fast
Turn on the car
Its a digital dash
Bitch wanna fuck
And I know its a fact
I was somewhere working
Yeah
I was somewhere working
Yeah
She need a new birkin
Yeah
I was somewhere working
Yeah
I was on the block
And it was hot
Niggas say they robbed
They aint rob
Niggas say they robbed
They aint rob
Yeah
Take off on these niggas
Fuck wrong with these niggas
Yeah
Dont let me up that shit bitch
Fuck nigga
Smoking exclusive nigga from the south
We had the bags we aint ever seen a drought
We made the wood work
She dont even smoke
Introduce her to the wood hurt
Big dog shit you aint fucking with no little boy
He want a feature had to charge a little extra
Cause he aint even living what he rapping
We was really getting them lows on the backend
I know he gone pay it so of course im gonna tax him
He came back again so I had to re wrap him
I gave him the lows in the exotic package
He drove about an hour he shop with a rapper
He came from the woods
Now he turned to a trapper
Thats just how it go
He came from the mud
No love was shown
Fuck it I had to get this on my own
Real dope boy you can feel it in my songs
But the streets really know when you on
But everybody aint really having foreal
Oh thats your bitch
Well I told her to leave
Chasing the blue
And im rolling the green
They hit my phone
Like what do you need?
Venmo and cashapp
Keeping it clean
We in a coupe
And we moving too fast
Turn on the car
Its a digital dash
Bitch wanna fuck
And I know its a fact
I was somewhere working
Yeah
I was somewhere working
Yeah
She need a new birkin
Yeah
I was somewhere working
Yeah
I was on the block
And it was hot
Niggas say they robbed
They aint rob
Niggas say they robbed
They aint rob
Yeah
Take off on these niggas
Fuck wrong with these niggas
Yeah
Dont let me up that shit bitch
Fuck nigga
Smoking exclusive nigga from the south
We had the bags we aint ever seen a drought
We made the wood work
She dont even smoke
Introduce her to the wood hurt
Big dog shit you aint fucking with no little boy
He want a feature had to charge a little extra
Cause he aint even living what he rapping
We was really getting them lows on the backend
I know he gone pay it so of course im gonna tax him
He came back again so I had to re wrap him
I gave him the lows in the exotic package
He drove about an hour he shop with a rapper
He came from the woods
Now he turned to a trapper
Thats just how it go
He came from the mud
No love was shown
Fuck it I had to get this on my own
Real dope boy you can feel it in my songs
But the streets really know when you on
But everybody aint really having foreal
Credits
Writer(s): Skylar Crisp
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