LienDie
(Yuh-yeah)
Flying first class I don't care where I land (yeah)
He a dope dealer put a gun in his hand (yeah)
She don't wanna fuck me gonna fuck up on her friend (yeah)
She just wanna buss' it, told her "do that shit again" (yeah)
I'm not rushing it (no)
Big XL got the Roblox pants (yeah)
The bitch so bad let her hold my hand (yeah)
Call my lawyer I can't make it to the jam
Yeah, fly
Hands up, die (die)
Ain't got nothin' to say 'bout shit
Ain't let no bullshit fly (fly-y)
And the bitch so bad but she got a facelift told her "hop up in my ride" (ride)
You gonna lie 'bout shit you gonna die 'bout shit can't look me in my eye (eye-ey)
Yeah
I'm flying wherever, yeah
Dropping the heat like Endeavor (yeah)
She wanna fuck but I'm tellin' her "never" (oh, yeah)
She got a long bottom like Nevil (yeah)
Two horns on my head like the devil (yeah)
Flex all the money that I just embezzled (yeah)
She wanna fuck told her "pull up whenever, whenever"
(Yeah) Fuck that hoe
(Yeah) Block her
(Yeah) Kick that bitch out like soccer
Scroll through my phone and I manage my roster
She talking down on me I'm finna rock her
Slangin' my pants like I need me a walker
I'm the blueprint for this shit I'm an author
You don't do shit, you're a real good talker
Thought I had a brand new bitch but I lost her (Yuh-yeah)
Flying first class I don't care where I land (yeah)
He a dope dealer put a gun in his hand (yeah)
She don't wanna fuck me gonna fuck up on her friend (yeah)
She just wanna buss' it, told her "do that shit again" (yeah)
I'm not rushing it (no)
Big XL got the Roblox pants (yeah)
The bitch so bad let her hold my hand (yeah)
Call my lawyer I can't make it to the jam
Yeah, fly
Hands up, die (die)
Ain't got nothin' to say 'bout shit
Ain't let no bullshit fly (fly-y)
And the bitch so bad but she got a facelift told her "hop up in my ride" (ride)
You gonna lie 'bout shit you gonna die 'bout shit can't look me in my eye (eye-ey)
Yeah
(Yeah, yuh-yuh)
Flying first class I don't care where I land (yeah)
He a dope dealer put a gun in his hand (yeah)
She don't wanna fuck me gonna fuck up on her friend (yeah)
She just wanna buss' it, told her "do that shit again" (yeah)
I'm not rushing it (no)
Big XL got the Roblox pants (yeah)
The bitch so bad let her hold my hand (yeah)
Call my lawyer I can't make it to the jam
Yeah, fly
Hands up, die (die)
Ain't got nothin' to say 'bout shit
Ain't let no bullshit fly (fly-y)
And the bitch so bad but she got a facelift told her "hop up in my ride" (ride)
You gonna lie 'bout shit you gonna die 'bout shit can't look me in my eye (eye-ey)
Yeah
I'm flying wherever, yeah
Dropping the heat like Endeavor (yeah)
She wanna fuck but I'm tellin' her "never" (oh, yeah)
She got a long bottom like Nevil (yeah)
Two horns on my head like the devil (yeah)
Flex all the money that I just embezzled (yeah)
She wanna fuck told her "pull up whenever, whenever"
(Yeah) Fuck that hoe
(Yeah) Block her
(Yeah) Kick that bitch out like soccer
Scroll through my phone and I manage my roster
She talking down on me I'm finna rock her
Slangin' my pants like I need me a walker
I'm the blueprint for this shit I'm an author
You don't do shit, you're a real good talker
Thought I had a brand new bitch but I lost her (Yuh-yeah)
Flying first class I don't care where I land (yeah)
He a dope dealer put a gun in his hand (yeah)
She don't wanna fuck me gonna fuck up on her friend (yeah)
She just wanna buss' it, told her "do that shit again" (yeah)
I'm not rushing it (no)
Big XL got the Roblox pants (yeah)
The bitch so bad let her hold my hand (yeah)
Call my lawyer I can't make it to the jam
Yeah, fly
Hands up, die (die)
Ain't got nothin' to say 'bout shit
Ain't let no bullshit fly (fly-y)
And the bitch so bad but she got a facelift told her "hop up in my ride" (ride)
You gonna lie 'bout shit you gonna die 'bout shit can't look me in my eye (eye-ey)
Yeah
(Yeah, yuh-yuh)
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