No Filter
Ole Hoe ass nigga
Bitch ass boy stop fucking playing
I can talk about the car, I can talk about the bitches, but I know one thing Imma about to Get my fuckin venges
Name my choppa jaws, it's gone chew yo body
Don't go swimming in that lake, bitch its filled with bodies
Bloody prada on my feet, leave prints while I walk
Don't be mad at me we just fucked of the wok
Blue chips in my pants, but this shit not cool ranch
Ice like avalanche, diamonds just fucking dance
Big baguettes in my chain, just watch how it swang
Big choppa got titties so its showing fucking cleavage
Bitch don't wonder round here if yo name not Steven
Stop Lumberjacking, Axeing, all these damn questions
I just shot him in the head cuz he didn't learn his lesson
Sipping syrup in a brown colored wide body tesla
Now his soul is untethered
Keep fucking with me nigga you gonna get smoked
Ian trynna hear that shit, but nigga haha, it's a joke
If you keep fucking playing imma up the fuckin pole
In yo motherfucking mouth so nigga better keep it close
You don't wanna hear me get loud, cuz nigga I'll get foul
Nigga hit him in his brow
Now his mama got a frown
I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga you fucking bitch
Five hundred just for some kicks
Gle just whipping shit
Hop out moncler and I look like a monster
Bitch get back you are a monfunk imposter
Big seven six gang look like a mobster
No my name not Larry, so, bitch I'm not a lobster
Pink fifties in my pants, but this shit do not oink
Bitch what are you talking about, get to the point
Hoe so Messi, where yo goals at?
Nigga where yo hoes at?
Had to switch the flow, because that's where the O's at
Bitch I'm rocking chrome heart, so you cannot hurt me
Would've thought his name was Jalen, the way he was hurting
Sliding in a rental coupe, and we trynna kill his boo
True religion in the stu, so I cannot lie to you
Crashed up on my exit now his brains up on the dashboard
Bitch give me the brain, cuz that's what I asked for
This is a fast car bitch, so we got a red key
This ain't no regular grand Cherokee
Niggas be so tom with all that damn foolery
My nickname is bob with all this damn fuckin toolery
And all this damn jewelry
It will take his life fast, if he don't fucking duck then that's his fucking ass
Trynna leave him in the past
So I went and grabbed my mask
Did a drill in a rental
Now we popping pills like mentos
Fed him lead he's a pencil
Now he chalked out on the crime scene
Bitch what you mean you can't see me, get visine
Riding in spacecraft bitch I don't need keys
Sbd dunks cost bout what yo rent be
Hammer cracked his fucking egg, left his yoak up on the floor
Bitch ass boy stop fucking playing
I can talk about the car, I can talk about the bitches, but I know one thing Imma about to Get my fuckin venges
Name my choppa jaws, it's gone chew yo body
Don't go swimming in that lake, bitch its filled with bodies
Bloody prada on my feet, leave prints while I walk
Don't be mad at me we just fucked of the wok
Blue chips in my pants, but this shit not cool ranch
Ice like avalanche, diamonds just fucking dance
Big baguettes in my chain, just watch how it swang
Big choppa got titties so its showing fucking cleavage
Bitch don't wonder round here if yo name not Steven
Stop Lumberjacking, Axeing, all these damn questions
I just shot him in the head cuz he didn't learn his lesson
Sipping syrup in a brown colored wide body tesla
Now his soul is untethered
Keep fucking with me nigga you gonna get smoked
Ian trynna hear that shit, but nigga haha, it's a joke
If you keep fucking playing imma up the fuckin pole
In yo motherfucking mouth so nigga better keep it close
You don't wanna hear me get loud, cuz nigga I'll get foul
Nigga hit him in his brow
Now his mama got a frown
I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga you fucking bitch
Five hundred just for some kicks
Gle just whipping shit
Hop out moncler and I look like a monster
Bitch get back you are a monfunk imposter
Big seven six gang look like a mobster
No my name not Larry, so, bitch I'm not a lobster
Pink fifties in my pants, but this shit do not oink
Bitch what are you talking about, get to the point
Hoe so Messi, where yo goals at?
Nigga where yo hoes at?
Had to switch the flow, because that's where the O's at
Bitch I'm rocking chrome heart, so you cannot hurt me
Would've thought his name was Jalen, the way he was hurting
Sliding in a rental coupe, and we trynna kill his boo
True religion in the stu, so I cannot lie to you
Crashed up on my exit now his brains up on the dashboard
Bitch give me the brain, cuz that's what I asked for
This is a fast car bitch, so we got a red key
This ain't no regular grand Cherokee
Niggas be so tom with all that damn foolery
My nickname is bob with all this damn fuckin toolery
And all this damn jewelry
It will take his life fast, if he don't fucking duck then that's his fucking ass
Trynna leave him in the past
So I went and grabbed my mask
Did a drill in a rental
Now we popping pills like mentos
Fed him lead he's a pencil
Now he chalked out on the crime scene
Bitch what you mean you can't see me, get visine
Riding in spacecraft bitch I don't need keys
Sbd dunks cost bout what yo rent be
Hammer cracked his fucking egg, left his yoak up on the floor
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Writer(s): Joshua Miles
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