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Why that nigga Devin tweaking
I been fucking on your bitch for 11 weekends
That chopstick like Aaliyah
When it get to singing
Ant accidentally shot the nine
Now my ears ringing
Nigga you can shit talk
We got big glocks
50 shots and switch on it
Yea we rig glocks
I can't think I put myself in a big box
Imma drift the Scatpack till the wheels pop
Niggas tell me to run it up
Bro I touch chicken
I don't give a fuck about a ticket
Imma a big spender
Uh huh
Niggas capping
Pretenders
You the type of nigga fall in love
With hoes off Tinder
Niggas really mad on the gram
I don't give a fuck
You been rapping 20 years
You ain't blow bro give it up
Tried to hit a lick
Uh
I tried to hit a lick bro trippin
Feds pullin up
Ant lose control with that pipe
He was quick to bust
Pussy boy I'm counting racks in a sprinter bus
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
Bro I'm really up
Niggas talking crazy
Have my young boys zip em up
Damn boy you went too crazy
Can't run it up with dog ass
Boy he too lazy
Milf bitch trying to fuck on me
She got two babies
I can't trust dog with the pack
He move too shady
Solid green beams on the glock
I got two Ks
Boy yo ass fake off the top
Like a toupe
Drunk as hell on the highway
I'm in two lanes
I'm the type to run it up fast
No Usain
Boy you ain't trying to get no money
What are you saying
Boy that chop finna jam up
What are you saying
Bitch
I been fucking on your bitch for 11 weekends
That chopstick like Aaliyah
When it get to singing
Ant accidentally shot the nine
Now my ears ringing
Nigga you can shit talk
We got big glocks
50 shots and switch on it
Yea we rig glocks
I can't think I put myself in a big box
Imma drift the Scatpack till the wheels pop
Niggas tell me to run it up
Bro I touch chicken
I don't give a fuck about a ticket
Imma a big spender
Uh huh
Niggas capping
Pretenders
You the type of nigga fall in love
With hoes off Tinder
Niggas really mad on the gram
I don't give a fuck
You been rapping 20 years
You ain't blow bro give it up
Tried to hit a lick
Uh
I tried to hit a lick bro trippin
Feds pullin up
Ant lose control with that pipe
He was quick to bust
Pussy boy I'm counting racks in a sprinter bus
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
Bro I'm really up
Niggas talking crazy
Have my young boys zip em up
Damn boy you went too crazy
Can't run it up with dog ass
Boy he too lazy
Milf bitch trying to fuck on me
She got two babies
I can't trust dog with the pack
He move too shady
Solid green beams on the glock
I got two Ks
Boy yo ass fake off the top
Like a toupe
Drunk as hell on the highway
I'm in two lanes
I'm the type to run it up fast
No Usain
Boy you ain't trying to get no money
What are you saying
Boy that chop finna jam up
What are you saying
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Odis Barnett, Savey Womack, Evan Springer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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