Ufo

Fuckin' bitches and im going ghost
I just saw you bitches stalk my post
Got two Shawty's inside of my rolls
I could turn my whip into a UFO

In my UFO I got hoes and they best friends
They do lots of coke its lined up on my nightstand
They gon' bust it open for my attention
I swear im a good guy, with bad intentions

I'm lovin' the way that she rip through my jeans, she mean
And im lovin' the way that she ridin' my face, she clean
She go all the way up when she smokin' that gas, that green
She gets down on her knees when she's wanting bag, money yuh

Fuckin' bitches and im going ghost
I just saw you bitches stalk my post
Got two Shawty's inside of my rolls
I could turn my whip into a UFO

Yuh
If you keep talkin shi' imma have to clap yo cheeks

Spin around your block in the coupe
Hanging out the roof
Think you bulletproof?
I'll show you what my Ruger do
Hit you with them .22s
You a fool
You a pussy bitch and you get worked just like a tool
I got my Glock 17
Pointed at your brain im finna make them bullets mean
Make them bullets sting
If you is talking up to me
That's a mistake, the bullets be cooking you up like a steak
Honestly that is all that it will take
Medium rare
I'm gagging this bitch and im pulling her hair
This shit isn't fair
I go to the top and you fall down the stairs
And if you dare
Have your ass walk up to me you finna get impaired

Aye

Back the fuck up pussy boy you talking shit aye
Back the fuck up bust you in your fucking lip
.50 Cal rifle round right into your dick
Then I hit you in your hip, make you do a backflip



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Writer(s): Connor Thomas
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