Never Want 2 Talk
Gldd, Ha, Ha, Ha
Hawk his ass, Spot his ass down
Come on, keep going
Walk down
Bad, bad hood bitch
She sent her C.L don't drop no addy
Never wanna talk, cause I put belt to ass, his fucking daddy
I'm with Bout a Bag, 5 a.m. we turnt up in Miami
Nigga see me clapped feet, I'm riding dolo on my granny
I'm A
Young, paid, getting to that guap, like fuck opp
Came through your whole block and did a sweep, we still like fuck a mop
Ma Dukes talking bout a 9 to 5, I'm getting niggas knocked
Pussy niggas out the picture, wanna talk, we get em cropped
I'm with Bout a Bag, Bout a Bag is with me
Bitches coming plenty, thick shit look like Renni
700 horses in this hemi
Bitch, don't want no cheesecake, then fuck it, take that hoe to Denny's
Get a nigga papped out, you'd think I'm out here fucking Remy
Slide that hoe in vanish mode
Bitch, I'm on my rapper shit
Shit sound like the 4th nigga, really outside clapping shit
Still don't fuck with niggas, so don't pull up on no dapping shit
My hoe don't call after 12, she know I'm outside smacking shit
Realest nigga in this
All these racks inside the bag, might cop some khakis, go play tennis
Text me, "P I got a man", I'm on the way, that ain't my business
Lil bitch claim she so damn busy, but got time for me to finish
100, 500s, half a hundred bands
I ain't trip on what you did, I moved so you can understand
I fear God, and that lil nigga in the mirror, no other man
Gotta know the J's behind if I seen one my niggas ran
Deep inside my bag, the fries at the bottom
You see lights, you hit the throttle
From the Cola, tap my bottle
Seen a opp and almost shot him
And I'm the realest on my mama, been some years and still a problem
Got a thing for this spinning, I been quoting after Rylo
My Niggas winning, y'all ain't spinning
Purple jeans, we outside twinning
Niggas pockets steady thinning, Got that nine like baseball inning
Lord forgive me, I've been sinning
With my bitch, we outside chilling
First night with that scale, outside me and Lil' J made a killing
Bad, bad hood bitch
She sent her C.L don't drop no addy
Never wanna talk, cause I put belt to ass, his fucking daddy
I'm with Bout a Bag, 5 a.m. we turnt up in Miami
Nigga see me clapped feet, I'm riding dolo on my granny
I'm A
Hawk his ass, Spot his ass down
Come on, keep going
Walk down
Bad, bad hood bitch
She sent her C.L don't drop no addy
Never wanna talk, cause I put belt to ass, his fucking daddy
I'm with Bout a Bag, 5 a.m. we turnt up in Miami
Nigga see me clapped feet, I'm riding dolo on my granny
I'm A
Young, paid, getting to that guap, like fuck opp
Came through your whole block and did a sweep, we still like fuck a mop
Ma Dukes talking bout a 9 to 5, I'm getting niggas knocked
Pussy niggas out the picture, wanna talk, we get em cropped
I'm with Bout a Bag, Bout a Bag is with me
Bitches coming plenty, thick shit look like Renni
700 horses in this hemi
Bitch, don't want no cheesecake, then fuck it, take that hoe to Denny's
Get a nigga papped out, you'd think I'm out here fucking Remy
Slide that hoe in vanish mode
Bitch, I'm on my rapper shit
Shit sound like the 4th nigga, really outside clapping shit
Still don't fuck with niggas, so don't pull up on no dapping shit
My hoe don't call after 12, she know I'm outside smacking shit
Realest nigga in this
All these racks inside the bag, might cop some khakis, go play tennis
Text me, "P I got a man", I'm on the way, that ain't my business
Lil bitch claim she so damn busy, but got time for me to finish
100, 500s, half a hundred bands
I ain't trip on what you did, I moved so you can understand
I fear God, and that lil nigga in the mirror, no other man
Gotta know the J's behind if I seen one my niggas ran
Deep inside my bag, the fries at the bottom
You see lights, you hit the throttle
From the Cola, tap my bottle
Seen a opp and almost shot him
And I'm the realest on my mama, been some years and still a problem
Got a thing for this spinning, I been quoting after Rylo
My Niggas winning, y'all ain't spinning
Purple jeans, we outside twinning
Niggas pockets steady thinning, Got that nine like baseball inning
Lord forgive me, I've been sinning
With my bitch, we outside chilling
First night with that scale, outside me and Lil' J made a killing
Bad, bad hood bitch
She sent her C.L don't drop no addy
Never wanna talk, cause I put belt to ass, his fucking daddy
I'm with Bout a Bag, 5 a.m. we turnt up in Miami
Nigga see me clapped feet, I'm riding dolo on my granny
I'm A
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Writer(s): Nicholas Williams
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