Bout to go splurge (ig live Freestyle)
I bought the coop and I'm bout to go swerve
Hop on the beat and I'm bout to go splurge
Fuck on your daughter she get on my nerves
Making this cheese
I cannot be this great
Getting this paper
Cannot be easy
Hop in the stu
And i make it look easy
Catching a case
And i tell em go free me
All of this ice
On my neck it gonna freeze me
Wake up the next morning
Go count the paper
Bad lil bitch
And she told me come later
I get the bags
The money come fast
Up on the screen
She be showing her breast
Niggas they hating
Cause she tryna impress
Call up the press
You know they gonna snitch
I keep my rats
In the back of the booth
All the feds
They be watching my live
I keep my choppas
In all of my whips
3xplorër wrld yes i will be late for the show
Bad lil bitch in the back she a foe
All of these hoes
They be making me cold
Toxic lil nigga
I cannot control
I just feed the fam
Now she calling me rich
I take it too far
And I call her a bitch
This baby boy
I keep it to real
Got brothers in the trenches
Who ready to kill
These rocks they be heavy
Now my wrist be shining
I keep it so real
Now my brothers be blinding
Check the lil stats
Now these niggas be hating
I'm up on the board
And these niggas complaining
I'm only 18
And these niggas compare me
I move like a Saint
Yes I guess I'm too crazy
Hop on the beat and I'm bout to go splurge
Fuck on your daughter she get on my nerves
Making this cheese
I cannot be this great
Getting this paper
Cannot be easy
Hop in the stu
And i make it look easy
Catching a case
And i tell em go free me
All of this ice
On my neck it gonna freeze me
Wake up the next morning
Go count the paper
Bad lil bitch
And she told me come later
I get the bags
The money come fast
Up on the screen
She be showing her breast
Niggas they hating
Cause she tryna impress
Call up the press
You know they gonna snitch
I keep my rats
In the back of the booth
All the feds
They be watching my live
I keep my choppas
In all of my whips
3xplorër wrld yes i will be late for the show
Bad lil bitch in the back she a foe
All of these hoes
They be making me cold
Toxic lil nigga
I cannot control
I just feed the fam
Now she calling me rich
I take it too far
And I call her a bitch
This baby boy
I keep it to real
Got brothers in the trenches
Who ready to kill
These rocks they be heavy
Now my wrist be shining
I keep it so real
Now my brothers be blinding
Check the lil stats
Now these niggas be hating
I'm up on the board
And these niggas complaining
I'm only 18
And these niggas compare me
I move like a Saint
Yes I guess I'm too crazy
Credits
Writer(s): Rorisang Sefoka
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