One-Hunnit Ona South

He took the cheap way out
I had made like a hunnit ona South
I'll put a gun in his mouth
I'll put a dick in her mouth
Broke ass nigga kicked out
Yeaaa
Different bitch get hit at the 'tel
I won't kiss this bitch won't tell
I had ten of them shits at Shells
By myself I had took that L

I had took a L then a dub
You won't see Trayle at the club
Heard I smell good from ya girl
And now he upset
And he say it's smoke
(Puff it up)
762's put em ona floor get up
Don't cuff her
You know she going I fucked
Niggas said they be glowing me up
Mad kus I'm getting this money
And they fucked up
He a junky just like Johnny
I was putting on rings like Sonic
I gotta get clean back dirty
Told the bitch yeen gotta love it
Fuck with me yeen gotta judge it
Locked in but he ain't gotta budget
Spend this shit we ain't got a budget
If she bad then I go buy her some
How you got a chop no drum
Ion wanna talk bout none
I was ina spot I'm thumbing
Tell her ion love no other woman
Touch that pussy she get to cumin
Bitch cum one time tell her keep coming
I respect my bitches
I even gave my ex some kisses
They broke up kus her ex went missing
Pull up on me expeditious
I was having Chanaenae senses
Left the bitch in the Dior distance
I hope Slime get Amiri acquitted
Yeaa
Bitch put her pants on the floor
Ask her why she do that
Only want the top from the top
But that shit might bring me back
Only want the mouth with the slop
3k twist with the gawk
Shoot it I won't miss with the Glock
I was like a kid in her bra
Baddest bitch still ever saw
Know I'm ona run from the law
Pull up in a foreign and I park
Showing no emotion ina dark
What the fuck happened to my dawgs
Niggas got to cappin to the blogs
Ion speak on it at all
I ain't go no choice but to ball



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Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell
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