F'n
I told them bitches turn me up
Best believe i got the rocket nigga
Knowing that its tucked
He gon jeopardize his freedom
Bitch just for a couple bucks
I hate to be that nigga but im the one that put you up
If you nut then i buck
Once its up den its stuck
I was out here showing love now i just dont give a fuck
Now im talking my shit Bitch yall gon feel me now
Goddamn bitch I bet you wanna kill me now
Yall talking about yall love me nigga
Stop with that fake shit
Yall really on some snake shit
Thats why i hate shit
He play then ima blitz something
I get them bitches gone
I told that hoe dont call my phone
Bitch just leave me alone
Them youngins bang that k4b
They do that shit for me
Free lucrash until he free
My nigga a g
Ion with that fake shit
Please dont make them assumptions
Hop up out that cut dont give no fucks
Bitch ima get to bussin
My trigger finger been itching
Buss that bitch like it aint nun
I got some hollow tips up in my clip
Its gon fuck up yo tummy
She tried to play me like im stupid
Now she looking like a dummy
I chewed the perkies like they gummies
He a trackstar he known for running
Ima marksman i hang with gunners
Pull up then i fucking dump it
I'm really real yall really fake
Put em onna plate then say yo grace
223 rearrange his face
We dont give a fuck kuz we spinning broad day
ARP or the drac
Who the fuck getting hit today
Just hit a opp nigga bae
Now im finna go count cake
Aint no body safe
Fill em up with fentanyl
Best believe i got the rocket nigga
Knowing that its tucked
He gon jeopardize his freedom
Bitch just for a couple bucks
I hate to be that nigga but im the one that put you up
If you nut then i buck
Once its up den its stuck
I was out here showing love now i just dont give a fuck
Now im talking my shit Bitch yall gon feel me now
Goddamn bitch I bet you wanna kill me now
Yall talking about yall love me nigga
Stop with that fake shit
Yall really on some snake shit
Thats why i hate shit
He play then ima blitz something
I get them bitches gone
I told that hoe dont call my phone
Bitch just leave me alone
Them youngins bang that k4b
They do that shit for me
Free lucrash until he free
My nigga a g
Ion with that fake shit
Please dont make them assumptions
Hop up out that cut dont give no fucks
Bitch ima get to bussin
My trigger finger been itching
Buss that bitch like it aint nun
I got some hollow tips up in my clip
Its gon fuck up yo tummy
She tried to play me like im stupid
Now she looking like a dummy
I chewed the perkies like they gummies
He a trackstar he known for running
Ima marksman i hang with gunners
Pull up then i fucking dump it
I'm really real yall really fake
Put em onna plate then say yo grace
223 rearrange his face
We dont give a fuck kuz we spinning broad day
ARP or the drac
Who the fuck getting hit today
Just hit a opp nigga bae
Now im finna go count cake
Aint no body safe
Fill em up with fentanyl
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Writer(s): Cedrick Gardenhire
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