49Er
(You living lavish nigga) (Yeah)
(I love the hills)
(Woah-oh)
(I fucking did it)
(I fucking did it)
Don't know what I did but I mufuckin did it
Swept that bitch under the rug like it's quidditch
We been running down your team like a scrimmage
If I need a pint then I'm loading up Linux
Got a bad hoe Ima hit it and quit it
Hop on the mic and you know that I'm spittin
I'm in the club and the bottle is spinnin
She gon pull up if I tell her I'll finish
I double down cause I know that I'm winning
Like who am I kidding
My pants are XL they not even fitted
They still cost a rack so lil' bitch I am fitted
She hurt my feelings and nothing can fix it
Go hit someone else for the quick dick
Stirring this syrup my cup and I mix it
I just wanna wait till the pill hit
Yeah, I'm done with the coke Ima kick it
Yeah, I'm done with this hoe she can't fix it
She gonna jump on me Jiminy Cricket
Then Ima make that bitch buy her own ticket
Knew that I'd blow up right off of the snippet
Walk out of Nieman's I spent like four digits
You hate on the grind you a mufuckin bigot
Yeah, I'll send your bitch back just a minute
I'm up in Cali ballin like a 49er
Don't let the opps get behind ya
Clothes never fit but I walk in designer
Bitch goin down I sit in a recliner
You switch on your gang like Reiner
I roll off the molly, a tire
He talk to cops yeah he wearing a wire
Stick in my hand I feel like Adam Driver
Like, little bro pass me the lighter
I found yo bitch sucking dick on Fiver
I need one more band feel like the fiber
Roll passed his block and we set it on fire
That bitch like it when I'm inside her
Bitches they fighting but I don't want either
Hop on the beat and I sing like a choir
Nine out of ten if you talk on my name you a liar
Don't know what I did but I mufuckin did it
Swept that bitch under the rug like it's quidditch
We been running down your team like a scrimmage
If I need a pint then I'm loading up Linux
Got a bad hoe Ima hit it and quit it
Hop on the mic and you know that I'm spittin
I'm in the club and the bottle is spinnin
I double down cause I know that I'm winning
Like who am I kidding
My pants are XL they not even fitted
They still cost a rack so lil' bitch I am fitted
She hurt my feelings and nothing can fix it
Go hit someone else for the quick dick
Stirring this syrup my cup and I mix it
I just wanna wait till the pill hit
(I love the hills)
(Woah-oh)
(I fucking did it)
(I fucking did it)
Don't know what I did but I mufuckin did it
Swept that bitch under the rug like it's quidditch
We been running down your team like a scrimmage
If I need a pint then I'm loading up Linux
Got a bad hoe Ima hit it and quit it
Hop on the mic and you know that I'm spittin
I'm in the club and the bottle is spinnin
She gon pull up if I tell her I'll finish
I double down cause I know that I'm winning
Like who am I kidding
My pants are XL they not even fitted
They still cost a rack so lil' bitch I am fitted
She hurt my feelings and nothing can fix it
Go hit someone else for the quick dick
Stirring this syrup my cup and I mix it
I just wanna wait till the pill hit
Yeah, I'm done with the coke Ima kick it
Yeah, I'm done with this hoe she can't fix it
She gonna jump on me Jiminy Cricket
Then Ima make that bitch buy her own ticket
Knew that I'd blow up right off of the snippet
Walk out of Nieman's I spent like four digits
You hate on the grind you a mufuckin bigot
Yeah, I'll send your bitch back just a minute
I'm up in Cali ballin like a 49er
Don't let the opps get behind ya
Clothes never fit but I walk in designer
Bitch goin down I sit in a recliner
You switch on your gang like Reiner
I roll off the molly, a tire
He talk to cops yeah he wearing a wire
Stick in my hand I feel like Adam Driver
Like, little bro pass me the lighter
I found yo bitch sucking dick on Fiver
I need one more band feel like the fiber
Roll passed his block and we set it on fire
That bitch like it when I'm inside her
Bitches they fighting but I don't want either
Hop on the beat and I sing like a choir
Nine out of ten if you talk on my name you a liar
Don't know what I did but I mufuckin did it
Swept that bitch under the rug like it's quidditch
We been running down your team like a scrimmage
If I need a pint then I'm loading up Linux
Got a bad hoe Ima hit it and quit it
Hop on the mic and you know that I'm spittin
I'm in the club and the bottle is spinnin
I double down cause I know that I'm winning
Like who am I kidding
My pants are XL they not even fitted
They still cost a rack so lil' bitch I am fitted
She hurt my feelings and nothing can fix it
Go hit someone else for the quick dick
Stirring this syrup my cup and I mix it
I just wanna wait till the pill hit
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Writer(s): Marcus Adams
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