MBE ASH- Hot Shit (feat. RP Cliff)
Keep on dissin' on the game, we gon' beat his ass I can't fuck with Shaymar, cause she got a rash Lil' Ye look decent, but her pussy trash
She got a woman, I'm really tryna see you shake some ass He put his hands up like Tyson, I don't wear no ones
Keep on flexin' with that pole, I'll take your gun Kept on dissin' on that lie, send him to the sun
Just left my ex bitch, how she tryna take my funds Come to the club with all 100's, I ain't got no ones
Caught his ass broad day, hit him in his lungs Caught his ass broad day, he was with his bitch
Kept on talkin' hot shit, hit him with that switch And if we can't find your ass, we get your brother here
Young nigga only 15, but I'm already rich We just hot your cousin down, that's another lick
We just took your cousin pole, that's another blick Hit his ass in the leg and he stopped walkin
Sold my head a fake pill, had his ass coughin' Hit his ass in his shit, then he stopped talkin
Hit his ass with that switchie, cause I'm tired of fightin' I can't fuck with yo' bitch, cause he kept bitin
Damn, yo' bitch a fuckin' eater Took this lil' bitch to my car, it was a two-seater Put this attachment on my Glock, this bitch a street sweeper
Hit his ass with this hot Glock, this bitch a fuckin' heater I just linked up with yo' bitch, she a fuckin' geeker
Bitch, I'm drinkin' all this lean out a two-liter Takin' perks to the head, I'm a fuckin' tweaker
Bitch, really think I love her, I don't even need her
Hit the hoes back to back, we the Splash Bros
Why y'all tryna up that pole? That is nachos Hit yo' bitch from the back with my eyes closed
I can really up stacks, I can up bros Slide down, don't go shit like I'm D-Rose
Nigga mad I fucked this bitch, I ain't even know Nigga mad I fucked this bitch, I ain't have a clue
With the gang in the van like Scooby-Doo Lil' bruh cryin' on the ground cause we took his shoes
I was lost in the field, ain't know what to do Dumbass, big R.P. shit
She got a woman, I'm really tryna see you shake some ass He put his hands up like Tyson, I don't wear no ones
Keep on flexin' with that pole, I'll take your gun Kept on dissin' on that lie, send him to the sun
Just left my ex bitch, how she tryna take my funds Come to the club with all 100's, I ain't got no ones
Caught his ass broad day, hit him in his lungs Caught his ass broad day, he was with his bitch
Kept on talkin' hot shit, hit him with that switch And if we can't find your ass, we get your brother here
Young nigga only 15, but I'm already rich We just hot your cousin down, that's another lick
We just took your cousin pole, that's another blick Hit his ass in the leg and he stopped walkin
Sold my head a fake pill, had his ass coughin' Hit his ass in his shit, then he stopped talkin
Hit his ass with that switchie, cause I'm tired of fightin' I can't fuck with yo' bitch, cause he kept bitin
Damn, yo' bitch a fuckin' eater Took this lil' bitch to my car, it was a two-seater Put this attachment on my Glock, this bitch a street sweeper
Hit his ass with this hot Glock, this bitch a fuckin' heater I just linked up with yo' bitch, she a fuckin' geeker
Bitch, I'm drinkin' all this lean out a two-liter Takin' perks to the head, I'm a fuckin' tweaker
Bitch, really think I love her, I don't even need her
Hit the hoes back to back, we the Splash Bros
Why y'all tryna up that pole? That is nachos Hit yo' bitch from the back with my eyes closed
I can really up stacks, I can up bros Slide down, don't go shit like I'm D-Rose
Nigga mad I fucked this bitch, I ain't even know Nigga mad I fucked this bitch, I ain't have a clue
With the gang in the van like Scooby-Doo Lil' bruh cryin' on the ground cause we took his shoes
I was lost in the field, ain't know what to do Dumbass, big R.P. shit
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