kno how it go pt2
Lil' bitch, ha-hah
Yeah, yeah
Woah
Yeah, you got me waiting outside of my window (Bitch)
I know how this shit go
I chose you over hoes
My heart is damn near froze
Let's see how this shit goes
And I thought you was the one
But it turned out to be none
Soon as I wake up, I got Dior on my feet
I'm makin racks 'fore I say I'm [?]
I put the switch on the Glock, now the bullets repeat
Doo doo doo, hit him with the delete
Hit a HGB for the Tec PT
Why they sleep on me 'cause they sippin' on green
Hop out with Dior shoes in the SRT
Bitch, I got the drank so I'm feeling like Bishop
And she callin' my phone but I don't gotta pick up
Don't got the drank, now I got some hiccups
I ain't fightin' 'bout shit, put a stick up
I'm too high, I keep pourin' Tec up
The drank got me so flexed up
She kissin' on me from the neck up
Tools on me, better bless up
Yeah, get Track.2s, Moncler vest
When the PPP hit, ice my neck
Gotta run through the check like the New York Jets, hey
Yeah, there's a lot I don't want to say
But I got all my drop, I'm sippin' my pain
If there's no pain, no gain
Yeah, you gotta hold it down, down
Gotta hold it down
Yeah, you got me waiting outside of my window (Bitch)
I know how this shit go
I chose you over hoes
My heart is damn near froze
Let's see how this shit goes
And I thought you was the one
But it turned out to be none
Yeah, yeah
Woah
Yeah, you got me waiting outside of my window (Bitch)
I know how this shit go
I chose you over hoes
My heart is damn near froze
Let's see how this shit goes
And I thought you was the one
But it turned out to be none
Soon as I wake up, I got Dior on my feet
I'm makin racks 'fore I say I'm [?]
I put the switch on the Glock, now the bullets repeat
Doo doo doo, hit him with the delete
Hit a HGB for the Tec PT
Why they sleep on me 'cause they sippin' on green
Hop out with Dior shoes in the SRT
Bitch, I got the drank so I'm feeling like Bishop
And she callin' my phone but I don't gotta pick up
Don't got the drank, now I got some hiccups
I ain't fightin' 'bout shit, put a stick up
I'm too high, I keep pourin' Tec up
The drank got me so flexed up
She kissin' on me from the neck up
Tools on me, better bless up
Yeah, get Track.2s, Moncler vest
When the PPP hit, ice my neck
Gotta run through the check like the New York Jets, hey
Yeah, there's a lot I don't want to say
But I got all my drop, I'm sippin' my pain
If there's no pain, no gain
Yeah, you gotta hold it down, down
Gotta hold it down
Yeah, you got me waiting outside of my window (Bitch)
I know how this shit go
I chose you over hoes
My heart is damn near froze
Let's see how this shit goes
And I thought you was the one
But it turned out to be none
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