Mister
Like-Like
Oh my God
Oh my God
Like, Oh my god
Damn
Need a big ass crib with a room full of mirrors
And look in that bitch
I'm surrounded by winners
Cold heart like I was born in December
If yo bitch hit me up, I can't say I won't hit her
Young nigga but they address me like Mister
Always new packs you would think I'm a dealer
If I blow up, they come back don't remember
Freak Ho she want the bone in her
Like DoorDash you what smoke I deliver
After we fuck cant be catching no feelings
If it's up leave at the top like a ceiling
Do some I don't be tweeting on Twitter
Like, chop make him dance he got rhythm
Like, hero for my block to them I'm a villain
Speak on my dead, then he might just go missing
He better get baptized or turn to christian
Driving the V like I'm GTA drifting
She tryna throw the neck in front of witness
They like Reem keep it up you know you gifted
Smoking the opps think I got a addiction
Like them niggas really be fiction
Like she do a trick I magician
I need a girl on that time like Kitana
Gas smell like fragrance can't tell Marijuana
We make em drop everything like a llama
I cannot speak if it ain't bout commas
I cannot answer the call if its drama
Lil nigga you could run up if you wanna
I'll buy a crib for I flood out my wrist
Six to Eight Bullets I think in the clip
I had to block the bitch talking bout kids
Give a fuck about he because bitch I am him
Mr. Back on that shit I don't do violins
Drop a bag on ya head
Watch the members come quick
Let's count the total let's study the drip
What dead opp coming out of the zip
Smoking on shhh, that shit gotta lil kick
Shit like hot grabba can't breathe in this bitch
I remember days they ain't repost the kid
Now they come back around
All these people on dick
Now they want me around cause I could benefit
People was fake so I had to get rid
Always working on lab like my name it was Sid
Call Melo phone and fiend for the hit
2 Ski's, Hoodies on walk with a limp
Like we find the addy might bust in they crib
Light Skin latina might swim her ribs
Like bitch I'm a Trapstar I do not simp
I'll be the same even when I get rich
Niggas be watching face like they on twitch
If I get a itch on my finger I click
Adot my brother I'm taking that risk
Melo my brother for him you get hit
PJayy my brother for him Ima blitz
Avery the cuz and for him it get lit
Make niggas run like it's ding dong ditch
AHHH
Oh my God
Oh my God
Like, Oh my god
Damn
Need a big ass crib with a room full of mirrors
And look in that bitch
I'm surrounded by winners
Cold heart like I was born in December
If yo bitch hit me up, I can't say I won't hit her
Young nigga but they address me like Mister
Always new packs you would think I'm a dealer
If I blow up, they come back don't remember
Freak Ho she want the bone in her
Like DoorDash you what smoke I deliver
After we fuck cant be catching no feelings
If it's up leave at the top like a ceiling
Do some I don't be tweeting on Twitter
Like, chop make him dance he got rhythm
Like, hero for my block to them I'm a villain
Speak on my dead, then he might just go missing
He better get baptized or turn to christian
Driving the V like I'm GTA drifting
She tryna throw the neck in front of witness
They like Reem keep it up you know you gifted
Smoking the opps think I got a addiction
Like them niggas really be fiction
Like she do a trick I magician
I need a girl on that time like Kitana
Gas smell like fragrance can't tell Marijuana
We make em drop everything like a llama
I cannot speak if it ain't bout commas
I cannot answer the call if its drama
Lil nigga you could run up if you wanna
I'll buy a crib for I flood out my wrist
Six to Eight Bullets I think in the clip
I had to block the bitch talking bout kids
Give a fuck about he because bitch I am him
Mr. Back on that shit I don't do violins
Drop a bag on ya head
Watch the members come quick
Let's count the total let's study the drip
What dead opp coming out of the zip
Smoking on shhh, that shit gotta lil kick
Shit like hot grabba can't breathe in this bitch
I remember days they ain't repost the kid
Now they come back around
All these people on dick
Now they want me around cause I could benefit
People was fake so I had to get rid
Always working on lab like my name it was Sid
Call Melo phone and fiend for the hit
2 Ski's, Hoodies on walk with a limp
Like we find the addy might bust in they crib
Light Skin latina might swim her ribs
Like bitch I'm a Trapstar I do not simp
I'll be the same even when I get rich
Niggas be watching face like they on twitch
If I get a itch on my finger I click
Adot my brother I'm taking that risk
Melo my brother for him you get hit
PJayy my brother for him Ima blitz
Avery the cuz and for him it get lit
Make niggas run like it's ding dong ditch
AHHH
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