GOLF

Had to switch up, had to hop in the Benz
On the west coast and im ridin' with tens
Told a hoe no, we ain't nothing but friends
I been on this shit and i'll do it again
Break her back up, i hit it like golf course
He talking cap, dont know what he talk for
We catch and blast, yeah he can't walk more
Bitch this a rack, A K in the vault whore
Counting up digits, A nigga a nerd
He talking shit and that nigga a bird
Straight pistol whipping, this shit is absurd
Tackle a nigga, i leave him on curb
Rich nigga walk, this a rich nigga talk
They on my gram like "look what he bought"
Balenci undies,shoes and my sock
Chop his ass up, we leave him to rot
Rocking all black, I feel just like Dracula
That nigga cap, can we please pack him up
Smoking this pack, i call that shit magic dust
She got a ass, better start clapping up
She call my shit trash, but you was just rapping thus
Niggas is fans, i swear they be capping stuff
She leaving her mans, that nigga is lacking sum
We took his bands, Sike he ain't packing nun
Had to switch up, had to hop in the Benz
On the west coast and im ridin' with tens
Told a hoe no, we ain't nothing but friends
I been on this shit and i'll do it again
Break her back up, i hit it like golf course
He talking cap, dont know what he talk for
We catch and blast, yeah he can't walk more
Bitch this a rack, A K in the vault whore
Yeah
Cartier my lens, i cant see you
You don't know what Benz is, nigga i cant be you
Baby fuck your friends'es, its just me and you
You sucked me in the Lexus, now i need CO2
Had to switch up, had to hop in the Benz
On the west coast and im ridin' with tens
Told a hoe no, we ain't nothing but friends
I been on this shit and i'll do it again
Break her back up, i hit it like golf course
He talking cap, dont know what he talk for
We catch and blast, yeah he can't walk more
Bitch this a rack, A K in the vault whore
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Writer(s): Malakhi Abbott
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