EFF IT UP

I'm smashing on yo momma I was in the 9th grade
Bitch im poppin collars and im counting all this bank
Count up these commas in my own lane
Hatin' on Mac James when I hop up on the stage

Now bitch we gon die lit you see me and the vip
Smoking on that zip iss 5 grams up in that spliff
Glist up on that wrist lookin like a lick
You niggas stole my swag so had to switch up shit
I be on that Mud I aint on no shit
And all my fucking hunds got all the bluestrips
Bad bitch want some love I don't love shit
Smashing on yo hoe then im dipping I aint shit (And I got some)
Bad bitches
Got some bad bitches
Got some bad bitches
Bad bitches got some bad bitches in the back contain up some bands

I aint Sippin liquor bitch im on this act drank up in the cup this aint no cognac
Counting up this cash and then I hop up in a Range cops they lookin for the Mac
I be chillin back leanin' off the act bad bitch love a Mac
Rockin all black yea she love the swag they don't fuck wit that
Counting all this cash
Counting all this cash
Bitch I count it up I count it up I count it up
A bad bitch yea she run it up she suck it up yea the bad bitch had a big butt
And you know I pull up in that mufuckin big truck
And I puff a big blunt bitch you cannot hit this fuck

This that boss walk bought some shit y'all cannot cop I pull up niggas hatin' but that choppa make em' Milly rock
This that boss walk bought some shit y'all cannot cop I pull up niggas hatin' but that choppa make em' Milly rock
Hit yo Kodak bop hit yo Diddy bop
Niggas gon' get get sturdy niggas gon' get got
Issa a big glock niggas aint my opps
Niggas hatin' on me niggas they be bots



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Writer(s): Joshua James
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