#FR33STYLE

I hit that boy all up in his stomach
I'm pushing them pounds and I'm late to the function
You sipping on dish detergent
I'm sipping on red
Pouring that soda in tussin
I mix the x with the boot up
I'm feeling like yeat ya
Ain't no discussion
I'm only fucking that hoe
Always on go
Bitch no I ain't bluffing

Ya
.762 put a bitch on his back
Walk in Dior I'm blowing this bag
Check my net worth
You don't know what I have
Me and my demon we swerving the scat
Gun out the window we know where you at
You can run
You can hide
Taking your chain and you gunna die
Call up lil bro and ask where we going
Pushing them p's I'm always in motion
Hop in the car and get where we going
Put on your mask and show no emotion
I know I ain't at the top but
I'm a be there
Bitch I'm always switching lanes ya
Like I'm Pi'erre
Ya

Ya I'm switching lanes in the v12
Ya I got these rings like I'm Bill Self
I can't quit these percs ya I need help
When I take these drugs I don't feel like myself
I take these drugs to not feel like myself
Smoking on this gas
For my mental health
Ya
I smoke a blunt and invite your bitch over
Ten minutes she crying on my shoulder
Put her on her back
And I fucking rode her
Rocking this coat it's vetements
Swallow my dick like medicine
It don't matter what light we in
All these vvs is biting
Call up my ex best friend and fuck her all night
Dick up in her guts have her screaming all night
Deep throat
Back shots
This bitch got a degree in fucking me
Fuck her so good she on her knees begging me
She want my kids all in her pussy
Bust then I dip
Ain't no looking
Fucked so good her legs was shooken
Feel like uzi got spikes in my hair
Glock got a beam
That thousand yard stare



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Writer(s): Lane Altic
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