See Through
Middle finger to the niggas, hatin'
Man fuck the niggas that talk
I got bad bitches givin' top
While I sit back, smoke zah
Why this girl callin' out my name, got a treesh, man, she a freak hoe said she love givin' me brain
And these niggas know I put it work, man thank god, look who I became
Got this bitch touchin' on my chain
Don't know why she talkin' bout some love I ain't really tryna cuff thats lame
And my heart's gone black, I can't ever trust bitches, baby, hold on
I know girls that'll listen anytime I play a song
I'ma fuck a hoe, fuck her good, put her in an Uber, get her ass gone
And I told her I don't do no love why the fuck she keep sayin', I'm the one
Got a good girl, she so classy got a freak bitch, she so nasty
And this girl wanna come give me top, we can park in the lot, give me head in the backseat
I got the bands for real, puttin' the work in the trap for real
Yeah
Run up a stack for real, I had to run to the bands for real
Yeah
She touchin' the dick, she get sucky sucky
She gon' eat all my kids, yummy, yummy
All I need is my weed and my fuckin' money
Make her bounce that ass like a fuckin' bunny
Heard her ex broke nigga fuckin' bummy
If I slide round, better pray hard
This ain't no game, this ain't fuckin' funny
Choppa wipe his nose, cause it's fuckin' runny
All these niggas fake, man, they see through
Say they got guap, nigga, me too
Watch the way I flip that cash, flip the fuckin' bag, just the way I need to
I got bitches waitin' for my love, waitin' for my heart, baby, I don't see you
And this girl said that she gon' leave If I don't change, baby, I don't need you
No one understands what I been through
I know these niggas want me cancelled
Smokin' gas, helps with my mental
I'ma slide, watch em' run and mantle
Got the fire burnin' like a kettle
At the top where I'm fuckin' meant
To be
She wanna come around suck on the d
Her ex nigga ain't got swag like me
Gave this big booty bitch some dick, she don't want me to dip, she don't want me to leave
That's your girl, she gon' hop in the ride, gon' sit by my side, she's coming with me
I can tell she like my swag, shootin' my shot I'm getting the three
Man, I'm just tryna run up the bag I don't know how niggas hatin' on me
Middle finger to the niggas, hatin'
Man fuck the niggas that talk
I got bad bitches givin' top
While I sit back, smoke zah
Why this girl callin' out my name, got a treesh, man, she a freak hoe said she love givin' me brain
And these niggas know I put it work, man thank god, look who I became
Got this bitch touchin' on my chain
Don't know why she talkin' bout some love I ain't really tryna cuff thats lame
And my heart's gone black, I can't ever trust bitches, baby, hold on
I know girls that'll listen anytime I play a song
I'ma fuck a hoe, fuck her good, put her in an Uber, get her ass gone
And I told her I don't do no love why the fuck she keep sayin', I'm the one
Man fuck the niggas that talk
I got bad bitches givin' top
While I sit back, smoke zah
Why this girl callin' out my name, got a treesh, man, she a freak hoe said she love givin' me brain
And these niggas know I put it work, man thank god, look who I became
Got this bitch touchin' on my chain
Don't know why she talkin' bout some love I ain't really tryna cuff thats lame
And my heart's gone black, I can't ever trust bitches, baby, hold on
I know girls that'll listen anytime I play a song
I'ma fuck a hoe, fuck her good, put her in an Uber, get her ass gone
And I told her I don't do no love why the fuck she keep sayin', I'm the one
Got a good girl, she so classy got a freak bitch, she so nasty
And this girl wanna come give me top, we can park in the lot, give me head in the backseat
I got the bands for real, puttin' the work in the trap for real
Yeah
Run up a stack for real, I had to run to the bands for real
Yeah
She touchin' the dick, she get sucky sucky
She gon' eat all my kids, yummy, yummy
All I need is my weed and my fuckin' money
Make her bounce that ass like a fuckin' bunny
Heard her ex broke nigga fuckin' bummy
If I slide round, better pray hard
This ain't no game, this ain't fuckin' funny
Choppa wipe his nose, cause it's fuckin' runny
All these niggas fake, man, they see through
Say they got guap, nigga, me too
Watch the way I flip that cash, flip the fuckin' bag, just the way I need to
I got bitches waitin' for my love, waitin' for my heart, baby, I don't see you
And this girl said that she gon' leave If I don't change, baby, I don't need you
No one understands what I been through
I know these niggas want me cancelled
Smokin' gas, helps with my mental
I'ma slide, watch em' run and mantle
Got the fire burnin' like a kettle
At the top where I'm fuckin' meant
To be
She wanna come around suck on the d
Her ex nigga ain't got swag like me
Gave this big booty bitch some dick, she don't want me to dip, she don't want me to leave
That's your girl, she gon' hop in the ride, gon' sit by my side, she's coming with me
I can tell she like my swag, shootin' my shot I'm getting the three
Man, I'm just tryna run up the bag I don't know how niggas hatin' on me
Middle finger to the niggas, hatin'
Man fuck the niggas that talk
I got bad bitches givin' top
While I sit back, smoke zah
Why this girl callin' out my name, got a treesh, man, she a freak hoe said she love givin' me brain
And these niggas know I put it work, man thank god, look who I became
Got this bitch touchin' on my chain
Don't know why she talkin' bout some love I ain't really tryna cuff thats lame
And my heart's gone black, I can't ever trust bitches, baby, hold on
I know girls that'll listen anytime I play a song
I'ma fuck a hoe, fuck her good, put her in an Uber, get her ass gone
And I told her I don't do no love why the fuck she keep sayin', I'm the one
Credits
Writer(s): Kaden Forrest
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