11A.M inna Yo
Yea
Sit back count up a fifty
Im getting head
I damn near lost the count
You aint got no ass or tittie's
You on yo period
You gotta bounce
Plus this bitch all on my dick
She trying to fuck me for some clout
ARP it clear the crowd
(Flahh Flahh)
Bitch get down!
An this 4-5 get to loud
You blow this bitch it shake the house
Don't want this bitch
She get around
What you want?
Bitch we got drank
I got Subi's pockets full of blues
I aint even touch the bank
Let lil bro clutch on the wheel
Police get up on us we get away
Don't hit my phone
Bitch aint no deals
Yea I do some but not today
1 Chop, 3 glizzy's
Throw the wraith
Too high on X
Look at my face
Who the fuck is dude
I don't know you nigga
Get the fuck up out my way
Niggas be tuff on the gram
That shit don't last long
That shit aint affect my pace
Put Clay on his ass
Can't run from my Ace
Tryna fuck from the back
I aint doing no dates
Highspeed do the dash
They aint even fina chase
Hot shit in his ass
We aint leaving no trace
Murder for bags
We murder for Kapes
Murder for tags
We murder for pape
Aint saving no hoes
I aint wearing no cape
No drama with bitches im pouring a 8
Two-Hundred a line
The fuck did you think?
Aint think we a slide?
The fuck is you thinking
Culver's deluxe need mayo & bacon
Catch him in traffic
We hop out and bake em
Car full of bullets
They had found his shit flipped up
Highspeed on the jakes
I had took they ass in a pick-up
Damn its 6 in the morning
Me & Smitty
At the strip club
Phone keep ringing
Its a opp baby mama
She begging me to get picked up
Plus this bitch all on my dick
She trying to fuck me for some clout
ARP it clear the crowd
(Flahh Flahh)
Bitch get down!
An this 4-5 get to loud
You blow this bitch it shake the house
Don't want this bitch
She get around
What you want?
Bitch we got drank
I got Subi's pockets full of blues
I aint even touch the bank
Let lil bro clutch on the wheel
Police get up on us we get away
Don't hit my phone
Bitch aint no deals
Yea I do some but not today
1 Chop, 3 glizzy's
Throw the wraith
Too high on X
Look at my face
Sit back count up a fifty
Im getting head
I damn near lost the count
You aint got no ass or tittie's
You on yo period
You gotta bounce
Plus this bitch all on my dick
She trying to fuck me for some clout
ARP it clear the crowd
(Flahh Flahh)
Bitch get down!
Sit back count up a fifty
Im getting head
I damn near lost the count
You aint got no ass or tittie's
You on yo period
You gotta bounce
Plus this bitch all on my dick
She trying to fuck me for some clout
ARP it clear the crowd
(Flahh Flahh)
Bitch get down!
An this 4-5 get to loud
You blow this bitch it shake the house
Don't want this bitch
She get around
What you want?
Bitch we got drank
I got Subi's pockets full of blues
I aint even touch the bank
Let lil bro clutch on the wheel
Police get up on us we get away
Don't hit my phone
Bitch aint no deals
Yea I do some but not today
1 Chop, 3 glizzy's
Throw the wraith
Too high on X
Look at my face
Who the fuck is dude
I don't know you nigga
Get the fuck up out my way
Niggas be tuff on the gram
That shit don't last long
That shit aint affect my pace
Put Clay on his ass
Can't run from my Ace
Tryna fuck from the back
I aint doing no dates
Highspeed do the dash
They aint even fina chase
Hot shit in his ass
We aint leaving no trace
Murder for bags
We murder for Kapes
Murder for tags
We murder for pape
Aint saving no hoes
I aint wearing no cape
No drama with bitches im pouring a 8
Two-Hundred a line
The fuck did you think?
Aint think we a slide?
The fuck is you thinking
Culver's deluxe need mayo & bacon
Catch him in traffic
We hop out and bake em
Car full of bullets
They had found his shit flipped up
Highspeed on the jakes
I had took they ass in a pick-up
Damn its 6 in the morning
Me & Smitty
At the strip club
Phone keep ringing
Its a opp baby mama
She begging me to get picked up
Plus this bitch all on my dick
She trying to fuck me for some clout
ARP it clear the crowd
(Flahh Flahh)
Bitch get down!
An this 4-5 get to loud
You blow this bitch it shake the house
Don't want this bitch
She get around
What you want?
Bitch we got drank
I got Subi's pockets full of blues
I aint even touch the bank
Let lil bro clutch on the wheel
Police get up on us we get away
Don't hit my phone
Bitch aint no deals
Yea I do some but not today
1 Chop, 3 glizzy's
Throw the wraith
Too high on X
Look at my face
Sit back count up a fifty
Im getting head
I damn near lost the count
You aint got no ass or tittie's
You on yo period
You gotta bounce
Plus this bitch all on my dick
She trying to fuck me for some clout
ARP it clear the crowd
(Flahh Flahh)
Bitch get down!
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