Set Up Pt. 1
I met this bitch around the way she walked up like she knew me
Coke bottle shape a all red lace look like ah bitch off tubi
Know she ah slut ah big ole butt and pussy printed coochie
Asked what her name is
She smiled and gripped that thang like my name Tookey
She got my number asked me what I'm into I say you
Yeah you my type but I can't wife you bae to tell the truth
She said that's coo wit me cause I'm ona same thang as you
My eyes lit up like that's wassup so what you tryna do?
Now round that time the opps was hitting my line tryna cop a deuce
But I ignore it Cause when I see they boy ima pop a roof
Ion really pop no percs fr this time I'm popping 2
The lil bitch like me sum was off like she tryna pop a truth
I got the room told her when the come she say ok lil daddy
Asked can I grab her the car fucked up then she dropped the addy
I peeped the lo she on them one folks block rn it's static
I grabbed a couple straps attachments then I hopped in traffic
Whole time in my mind I'm tryna see how I'm finna fuck her
As I get closer I'm thinking how bad she is I'm lucky
She text my phone like hurry up cause I can't wait to suck it
My shit done sparked up now around this time I got to rushing
I hit her line like I'm outside she say gimme a second
Ok I'm focused watching mirrors n clutching my weapon
5 minutes pass n I'm thinking like why this bitch stop texting
Cause if I pull off the strip then the bitch gon miss her blessing
I seen a whip ride pass wit no tags but it kept on pushing
Start getting hot af like I'm inside the kitchen cooking
I call her phone straight to voicemail oh this bitch think I'm rookie
Now I'm in my mind this hoe done set me up can't die bout pussy
I start to pull off some niggas hop out like bitch don't move
I stopped the whip hopped out start blicking first one hit the news
If this my time I'm going out wit a bang i ain hitting snooze
Don't cry for me if I die bitch cause this the life I choose
First one a face shot
When he seen his face drop
Other one spooked he started squeezing but he shooting loose
He high off that juice she started screaming
Sound like rod wave singing hit her up too
I'm down to five shots he gotta 30 stuffed in his tool
I hop up squeezing hit each other but that nigga ain breathing
Damn that lil bitch set me up
But that's what come wit staying in Cleveland
Now I remember how she knew me cause the lil bitch the opps
It thru me off when I met her cause we crossed paths ona block
Coke bottle shape a all red lace look like ah bitch off tubi
Know she ah slut ah big ole butt and pussy printed coochie
Asked what her name is
She smiled and gripped that thang like my name Tookey
She got my number asked me what I'm into I say you
Yeah you my type but I can't wife you bae to tell the truth
She said that's coo wit me cause I'm ona same thang as you
My eyes lit up like that's wassup so what you tryna do?
Now round that time the opps was hitting my line tryna cop a deuce
But I ignore it Cause when I see they boy ima pop a roof
Ion really pop no percs fr this time I'm popping 2
The lil bitch like me sum was off like she tryna pop a truth
I got the room told her when the come she say ok lil daddy
Asked can I grab her the car fucked up then she dropped the addy
I peeped the lo she on them one folks block rn it's static
I grabbed a couple straps attachments then I hopped in traffic
Whole time in my mind I'm tryna see how I'm finna fuck her
As I get closer I'm thinking how bad she is I'm lucky
She text my phone like hurry up cause I can't wait to suck it
My shit done sparked up now around this time I got to rushing
I hit her line like I'm outside she say gimme a second
Ok I'm focused watching mirrors n clutching my weapon
5 minutes pass n I'm thinking like why this bitch stop texting
Cause if I pull off the strip then the bitch gon miss her blessing
I seen a whip ride pass wit no tags but it kept on pushing
Start getting hot af like I'm inside the kitchen cooking
I call her phone straight to voicemail oh this bitch think I'm rookie
Now I'm in my mind this hoe done set me up can't die bout pussy
I start to pull off some niggas hop out like bitch don't move
I stopped the whip hopped out start blicking first one hit the news
If this my time I'm going out wit a bang i ain hitting snooze
Don't cry for me if I die bitch cause this the life I choose
First one a face shot
When he seen his face drop
Other one spooked he started squeezing but he shooting loose
He high off that juice she started screaming
Sound like rod wave singing hit her up too
I'm down to five shots he gotta 30 stuffed in his tool
I hop up squeezing hit each other but that nigga ain breathing
Damn that lil bitch set me up
But that's what come wit staying in Cleveland
Now I remember how she knew me cause the lil bitch the opps
It thru me off when I met her cause we crossed paths ona block
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