Dushane
Jaye way
Bitch
Bitch
you tryna get stabbed up, innit
Fuck around with my crew
You know how we bring the smoke, innit
I'm kickin' flavor in the trap, I feel like Bruce Wayne
Top Boy, I keep the food, I feel like Dushane
Still bunkin', call me Hank, I'm pushin' propane
Pink toe with a fat ass, I call her cocaine
White bitch
Pop the chopper, celebrate, this ain't no champagne
I was told to stack my money, even loose change
Daddy told me
Me and Cuz still in the stu, its been bout three days
Damn cuz
Cant stay down with this shit, you wont get paid
You wont get paid
We been doin' this for a minute, where's our recognition
I know I got these niggas mad and I can feel the tension
I'm from the east side of the B where niggas keep extensions
Gotta lick young niggas on it, kickin' doors off hinges
Trap game at the same, now they selling fenty
I ain't no sugar daddy, bitch, ain't finna buy no Bentley
Watch your step around these snakes, they'll slime you out real quickly
I'm smoking cookies out a cone
I know you smell the scenty
I'm kickin' flavor in the trap, I feel like Bruce Wayne
Top Boy, I keep the food, I feel like Dushane
Still bunkin', call me Hank, I'm pushin' propane
Pink toe with a fat ass, I call her cocaine
White bitch
Pop the chopper, celebrate, this ain't no champagne
I was told to stack my money, even loose change
Daddy told me
Me and cuz still in the stu, its been bout three days
Damn cuz
Cant stay down with this shit, you wont get paid
You wont get paid
Bitch
Bitch
you tryna get stabbed up, innit
Fuck around with my crew
You know how we bring the smoke, innit
I'm kickin' flavor in the trap, I feel like Bruce Wayne
Top Boy, I keep the food, I feel like Dushane
Still bunkin', call me Hank, I'm pushin' propane
Pink toe with a fat ass, I call her cocaine
White bitch
Pop the chopper, celebrate, this ain't no champagne
I was told to stack my money, even loose change
Daddy told me
Me and Cuz still in the stu, its been bout three days
Damn cuz
Cant stay down with this shit, you wont get paid
You wont get paid
We been doin' this for a minute, where's our recognition
I know I got these niggas mad and I can feel the tension
I'm from the east side of the B where niggas keep extensions
Gotta lick young niggas on it, kickin' doors off hinges
Trap game at the same, now they selling fenty
I ain't no sugar daddy, bitch, ain't finna buy no Bentley
Watch your step around these snakes, they'll slime you out real quickly
I'm smoking cookies out a cone
I know you smell the scenty
I'm kickin' flavor in the trap, I feel like Bruce Wayne
Top Boy, I keep the food, I feel like Dushane
Still bunkin', call me Hank, I'm pushin' propane
Pink toe with a fat ass, I call her cocaine
White bitch
Pop the chopper, celebrate, this ain't no champagne
I was told to stack my money, even loose change
Daddy told me
Me and cuz still in the stu, its been bout three days
Damn cuz
Cant stay down with this shit, you wont get paid
You wont get paid
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Writer(s): Jeremy Smith
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