Spacey Flxw
About them pesos
My young niggas a leave that case closed
No paint
Step back to da free throw
Too many rounds we got cheat codes
Too many rounds for my freak hoe
She like I come thru n nut on her waist
Da opps kno xay
He do not play
Unlimited shells comin yo way
If the laws come
You know issa chase
If he not paid
He will just stain
Ride wit da gang
Send shots at yo brain
Hella lone nights
I went thru pain
Went thru the pain
I was flippin n juggin
Few nights Ian eat
Because I was hustling
In n out city's
My phone was jumpin
Opps 6 feet
They kno that I'm gunnin
Kno that I'm comin
Promise they runnin
Get crazy, Get active
Whenever I'm bummin
stay chasin plays
The team im fundin
Pockets on green
I do no frontin
Neva a lack
The team we jumpin
Takin yo hoes
They face im bussin
For these hoes
Don't do no trustin
Cause yo bih come thru
Promise she fucking
Ima beat it wit my eyes closed
Arch yo back baby
Some l e d's
Issa light show
Come n ride slow
Yea been missin my hoe
In n out to crazy
Should've never popped that rhino
I'm comin for bills
I need me a mill
I'm Wavy too trill
Vs all in my grill
Ma Is dat ass real
Can I cop a feel
N beat it no thrill
Beat it no thrill
Yeah
No mj
Ima hit it from the back
N keep Faiyaz on replay
She do what me say
She say you a freak xay
Ima pull all on ha tracks
N speed it up through her freeway
Up inna fast lane
She think about gettin my last name
No cap
Some hoes tryna trap xay
But I'm traumatized from the last bae
Been makin cash da fast way
Cliqued inna city
No last place
Feel like I'm runnin inna rat race
Feel like I'm livin in my last days
Swear I stack chase
Money never come in last place
Still stack a bag onna bad day
Up all night makin fat plays
Vamp inna night
My phone Stay jumpin
Get a my crew
Promise we slumpin
Stay onna net
Da opps still running
Mess wit my funds
Promise I'm dumping
I'm comin for bills
I need me a mill
I'm Wavy too trill
Vs all in my grill
Ma Is dat ass real
Can I cop a feel
N beat it no thrill
Beat it no thrill
It's milky
She likin on my style
I be drippy
No shooting star
But I promise she be wishy
Want me out the way
Cause I been out
Sinning
My young niggas a leave that case closed
No paint
Step back to da free throw
Too many rounds we got cheat codes
Too many rounds for my freak hoe
She like I come thru n nut on her waist
Da opps kno xay
He do not play
Unlimited shells comin yo way
If the laws come
You know issa chase
If he not paid
He will just stain
Ride wit da gang
Send shots at yo brain
Hella lone nights
I went thru pain
Went thru the pain
I was flippin n juggin
Few nights Ian eat
Because I was hustling
In n out city's
My phone was jumpin
Opps 6 feet
They kno that I'm gunnin
Kno that I'm comin
Promise they runnin
Get crazy, Get active
Whenever I'm bummin
stay chasin plays
The team im fundin
Pockets on green
I do no frontin
Neva a lack
The team we jumpin
Takin yo hoes
They face im bussin
For these hoes
Don't do no trustin
Cause yo bih come thru
Promise she fucking
Ima beat it wit my eyes closed
Arch yo back baby
Some l e d's
Issa light show
Come n ride slow
Yea been missin my hoe
In n out to crazy
Should've never popped that rhino
I'm comin for bills
I need me a mill
I'm Wavy too trill
Vs all in my grill
Ma Is dat ass real
Can I cop a feel
N beat it no thrill
Beat it no thrill
Yeah
No mj
Ima hit it from the back
N keep Faiyaz on replay
She do what me say
She say you a freak xay
Ima pull all on ha tracks
N speed it up through her freeway
Up inna fast lane
She think about gettin my last name
No cap
Some hoes tryna trap xay
But I'm traumatized from the last bae
Been makin cash da fast way
Cliqued inna city
No last place
Feel like I'm runnin inna rat race
Feel like I'm livin in my last days
Swear I stack chase
Money never come in last place
Still stack a bag onna bad day
Up all night makin fat plays
Vamp inna night
My phone Stay jumpin
Get a my crew
Promise we slumpin
Stay onna net
Da opps still running
Mess wit my funds
Promise I'm dumping
I'm comin for bills
I need me a mill
I'm Wavy too trill
Vs all in my grill
Ma Is dat ass real
Can I cop a feel
N beat it no thrill
Beat it no thrill
It's milky
She likin on my style
I be drippy
No shooting star
But I promise she be wishy
Want me out the way
Cause I been out
Sinning
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