Wdyd!
(What do you desire?)
(Never smoking on a juul again)
Yeah I pulled to your girls crib
Yeah ima make that shit clap
Lil bitch she finna strip
Lil bitch ima leave her a tip
Mike fendi on the beat
Yeah lil bitch I run this shit
Yuh all this money it's legit
In a hellcat this ain't a rental
I seen you with hella guns is you mental
I'm high everywhere I go
You just can't match my flow
Mix the sprite with the syrup
Stir that shit up
Yuh I'm finna turn up
Yuh me and gang always been up
What do you desire lil bitch
My moolah is what your hoe desire
That boy music not good that shit ass
You always talking bout some stupid
Dumbass get back to class
I just made a quick ten bands
That's some slight
Yo bitch left so quick did you not treat her right
Or did you not just not fuck her right
Lil bitch I'm off a bean, Ken Carson
Please don't blow my high
I got hella swag I be looking hella fly
You be wondering why yo girl don't reply
She with me gang just give up
Lil bro run your bands up or give up
I got a four in my cup
Yuh me and gang up as fuck
I just copped a tonka truck
You be lookin like a redneck named Chuck
Five hundred to my plug
Five hundred to my lil sister
Do you think I give a fuck
Me and gang got hella glocks and gats
I ain't gettin money who told you that
I ain't sippin real drank who told you that
Damn you bitch getting boring ima send her back
Boy you finna get packed up
If you play with me like that
Lil boy your bitch fat
I'd still fuck her if that pisses you off though
Then I'd make her my mrs
Mike fendi never misses
My side piece always be kissin
Bitch don't talk just listen
Heard a bro started dissin
Pulled to his crib and the glock started hissin
Gave his gang a blessing
Me and your girl started messin
We did way more than what you did
You'd be FaceTiming and texting
While me and the gang was flexing
And fucking yo bitch she was begging
Yeah I pulled to your girls crib
Yeah ima make that shit clap
Lil bitch she finna strip
Lil bitch ima leave her a tip
Mike fendi on the beat
Yeah lil bitch I run this shit
Yuh all this money it's legit
In a hellcat this ain't a rental
(Never smoking on a juul again)
Yeah I pulled to your girls crib
Yeah ima make that shit clap
Lil bitch she finna strip
Lil bitch ima leave her a tip
Mike fendi on the beat
Yeah lil bitch I run this shit
Yuh all this money it's legit
In a hellcat this ain't a rental
I seen you with hella guns is you mental
I'm high everywhere I go
You just can't match my flow
Mix the sprite with the syrup
Stir that shit up
Yuh I'm finna turn up
Yuh me and gang always been up
What do you desire lil bitch
My moolah is what your hoe desire
That boy music not good that shit ass
You always talking bout some stupid
Dumbass get back to class
I just made a quick ten bands
That's some slight
Yo bitch left so quick did you not treat her right
Or did you not just not fuck her right
Lil bitch I'm off a bean, Ken Carson
Please don't blow my high
I got hella swag I be looking hella fly
You be wondering why yo girl don't reply
She with me gang just give up
Lil bro run your bands up or give up
I got a four in my cup
Yuh me and gang up as fuck
I just copped a tonka truck
You be lookin like a redneck named Chuck
Five hundred to my plug
Five hundred to my lil sister
Do you think I give a fuck
Me and gang got hella glocks and gats
I ain't gettin money who told you that
I ain't sippin real drank who told you that
Damn you bitch getting boring ima send her back
Boy you finna get packed up
If you play with me like that
Lil boy your bitch fat
I'd still fuck her if that pisses you off though
Then I'd make her my mrs
Mike fendi never misses
My side piece always be kissin
Bitch don't talk just listen
Heard a bro started dissin
Pulled to his crib and the glock started hissin
Gave his gang a blessing
Me and your girl started messin
We did way more than what you did
You'd be FaceTiming and texting
While me and the gang was flexing
And fucking yo bitch she was begging
Yeah I pulled to your girls crib
Yeah ima make that shit clap
Lil bitch she finna strip
Lil bitch ima leave her a tip
Mike fendi on the beat
Yeah lil bitch I run this shit
Yuh all this money it's legit
In a hellcat this ain't a rental
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