NGL
I ain't going to lie
Don't want to be no friends with none of these hoes these little niggas trash
They pile as fans I throw them away
So went get a bag
You running the game well damn nigga your shit on lag
I'm rolling up grams while making a jam
She shaking that ass
She see that dick right through my pants
She love that I sag
That bitch was amped
And I ain't even rizz it
No Kai Cenat
But that dumb bitch going to give me all the brain that she got left
To be so blessed what's in my raw to help my stress
Le so damn high
Taking off like a jet
So yes little hoe I ain't answering no yeah
I got to much on my mind so why you stressing it for
Smoke three I had already rolled
She suck my dick before I could roll six
You ain't ever had smoke little nigga lets get it
That's word to the bong little nigga I'll rip it
She hop like a frog
Yeah yeah she ribbit
Give crazy dome
That shit to wicked
No panties on and I mind my hands be in it
Stay smoking strong and I mind my business
These niggas hate but they bought they ticket
I renovated my mind I'm winning
Stay on my grind if I'm not I'm trippin
This dinner time so I dine no limits
Stay out my mind I'm so high I'm grillin
And that little bitch off that white like Dylan
Might just pour some lines love my sipping
She love rubbing my torso
Her face goes in that pillow cause she do what I say so
I ain't going to lie
Can't make no songs with none of these dudes cause these niggas trash
And all my niggas found the loot so we on a bag
She want my kids I had to tell her gotta relax
Before I get up on my Roscoe and do the
Nah you can't have nun this indica
I can tell your broad she feelin us
Got her wet like voss I'm sipping her
Only it's I can tell what had got into her
She want to love me I need me a milli first
Niggas is phony way to unfamiliar
I'm on my Gutter shit
Don't give a fuck bout shit
Fuckin your mother she gobble and sucking it
His rhymes be to vague
I smoke weed all day yeah
Prolly getting brain from a bad little thing while I'm ballin on 2k
Damn my life is great
Probably lost a bitch new one the next day
I ain't going to lie
Don't want to be no friends with none of these hoes these little niggas trash
They pile as fans I throw them away
So went get a bag
You running the game well damn nigga your shit on lag
I'm rolling up grams while making a jam
She shaking that ass
She see that dick right through my pants
She love that I sag
That bitch was amped
And I ain't even rizz it
No Kai Cenat
But that dumb bitch going to give me all the brain that she got left
To be so blessed what's in my raw to help my stress
Don't want to be no friends with none of these hoes these little niggas trash
They pile as fans I throw them away
So went get a bag
You running the game well damn nigga your shit on lag
I'm rolling up grams while making a jam
She shaking that ass
She see that dick right through my pants
She love that I sag
That bitch was amped
And I ain't even rizz it
No Kai Cenat
But that dumb bitch going to give me all the brain that she got left
To be so blessed what's in my raw to help my stress
Don't want to be no friends with none of these hoes these little niggas trash
They pile as fans I throw them away
So went get a bag
You running the game well damn nigga your shit on lag
I'm rolling up grams while making a jam
She shaking that ass
She see that dick right through my pants
She love that I sag
That bitch was amped
And I ain't even rizz it
No Kai Cenat
But that dumb bitch going to give me all the brain that she got left
To be so blessed what's in my raw to help my stress
Le so damn high
Taking off like a jet
So yes little hoe I ain't answering no yeah
I got to much on my mind so why you stressing it for
Smoke three I had already rolled
She suck my dick before I could roll six
You ain't ever had smoke little nigga lets get it
That's word to the bong little nigga I'll rip it
She hop like a frog
Yeah yeah she ribbit
Give crazy dome
That shit to wicked
No panties on and I mind my hands be in it
Stay smoking strong and I mind my business
These niggas hate but they bought they ticket
I renovated my mind I'm winning
Stay on my grind if I'm not I'm trippin
This dinner time so I dine no limits
Stay out my mind I'm so high I'm grillin
And that little bitch off that white like Dylan
Might just pour some lines love my sipping
She love rubbing my torso
Her face goes in that pillow cause she do what I say so
I ain't going to lie
Can't make no songs with none of these dudes cause these niggas trash
And all my niggas found the loot so we on a bag
She want my kids I had to tell her gotta relax
Before I get up on my Roscoe and do the
Nah you can't have nun this indica
I can tell your broad she feelin us
Got her wet like voss I'm sipping her
Only it's I can tell what had got into her
She want to love me I need me a milli first
Niggas is phony way to unfamiliar
I'm on my Gutter shit
Don't give a fuck bout shit
Fuckin your mother she gobble and sucking it
His rhymes be to vague
I smoke weed all day yeah
Prolly getting brain from a bad little thing while I'm ballin on 2k
Damn my life is great
Probably lost a bitch new one the next day
I ain't going to lie
Don't want to be no friends with none of these hoes these little niggas trash
They pile as fans I throw them away
So went get a bag
You running the game well damn nigga your shit on lag
I'm rolling up grams while making a jam
She shaking that ass
She see that dick right through my pants
She love that I sag
That bitch was amped
And I ain't even rizz it
No Kai Cenat
But that dumb bitch going to give me all the brain that she got left
To be so blessed what's in my raw to help my stress
Don't want to be no friends with none of these hoes these little niggas trash
They pile as fans I throw them away
So went get a bag
You running the game well damn nigga your shit on lag
I'm rolling up grams while making a jam
She shaking that ass
She see that dick right through my pants
She love that I sag
That bitch was amped
And I ain't even rizz it
No Kai Cenat
But that dumb bitch going to give me all the brain that she got left
To be so blessed what's in my raw to help my stress
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Stockdale
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