Intro
Fuck her blow her back out, smoking in my trap house
I got model bitches snorting coke off of their back now
I got me some straps now, cost like 30 racks now
Call me Justin Bieber, my Selena gonna act out
Bad bitch hitting up my phone, don't read her text
Got shooters that don't play, yeah, their bullets connect
30 hoes, that be kissing all up on my neck
Smoking green, sipping purple, popping percocets
That's a bad bitch, sucking and fucking me for the fame
I got baggage, money getting higher than a plane
Yeah, she's savage, she just put a pistol to my brain
Never trust a bitch who has the money and your name
I just had to fuck that bitch and now she wanna date
Build a rocket ship cause all my ex's needed space
You tryna talk shit but I'mma pull up in my Wraith
30 clips with hollow tips right up to your face
Fuck with me physically, I'mma be a centipede
Catch 100 fists right into your fucking centerpiece
MVP, I'm a G, jump like number 23
Shooting with the strap on my lap, it's a 223
Boom, boom, boom, that's the sound of the gat
These bitches so impatient so I told them to relax
I need to get away and keep my mind up on the racks
I'm out here with my brother making moves and that's a fact, fact
I got model bitches snorting coke off of their back now
I got me some straps now, cost like 30 racks now
Call me Justin Bieber, my Selena gonna act out
Bad bitch hitting up my phone, don't read her text
Got shooters that don't play, yeah, their bullets connect
30 hoes, that be kissing all up on my neck
Smoking green, sipping purple, popping percocets
That's a bad bitch, sucking and fucking me for the fame
I got baggage, money getting higher than a plane
Yeah, she's savage, she just put a pistol to my brain
Never trust a bitch who has the money and your name
I just had to fuck that bitch and now she wanna date
Build a rocket ship cause all my ex's needed space
You tryna talk shit but I'mma pull up in my Wraith
30 clips with hollow tips right up to your face
Fuck with me physically, I'mma be a centipede
Catch 100 fists right into your fucking centerpiece
MVP, I'm a G, jump like number 23
Shooting with the strap on my lap, it's a 223
Boom, boom, boom, that's the sound of the gat
These bitches so impatient so I told them to relax
I need to get away and keep my mind up on the racks
I'm out here with my brother making moves and that's a fact, fact
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Thomas
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