Morning

(D-Roc)

Bitch, I know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond rings, Chrome Hearts, Prada me, baby, this shit cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me
30 rounds in a .223, don't touch me
I just came through swerving, turned up wit' it, and I'm fucked up
Had her in here swervin', drankin', wit' it 'til she thrown up
High in this bitch, hope the moon it don't come, yeah
Hoe wave this stick 'round and 'round, 'til they run, yeah

If a bitch cross that line, if a bitch cross that line
I got these bitches in a line, I make 'em all drop a dime
Bitch, I had to turn that 'round, I was broke, I was down
'Til I went and ran back up them Ms, tell that broke bitch you clown
Pussy-ass nigga ain't touching my swag you see, yeah, yeah

Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon, bitch, yeah, yeah
Ask your nigga, tryna tell me he ain't say nothin'
We can get active, nigga, fuck you niggas
I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga
I like McLaren 'cause it's faster

Fuck that waiting, she gon' take it, then I turn up, go, go
Wreck, now the bitch got no, me slow
I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, bitch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every bitch having sex in the room

Bitch, you know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Hearts, Prada me, baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me
30 rounds in a .223, don't touch me
Strapped up, it ain't safe with me

Hit across your face with heat (wow-wow-wow-wow)
Make her take it then I tell her go, go
Came through swerving, turned up wit' it, and I'm fucked up
Had her in here swerving in this bitch, drankin' 'til she throwin' up
High in this bitch, hope the moon, it don't come, yeah
Hoe wave this stick 'round and 'round, 'til they run, yeah (if a bitch get out of line)



Credits
Writer(s): Luis Ortiz, Daniel Lebrun, Traevon Isaiah Walker, Kentrall Gaulden
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