Subliminals
I'm hella classy
With my chains
And my my furs and shit
Walk in the room
Styling
Leaving niggas hanging and shit
Where the ballers at
That the only reason
I came in this bitch
Stares across the room
Niggas Thinking they famous and shit
That ain't stardom
I been that
I Ain't never been on tv
That police
And I ain't with that
I Call him pussy to his face
And ion eat that
He a sugar daddy
With no sugar
Man what the fuck
I can't believe that
Dutty wind
He wanna see my hips
He just in time
Licking on his lips
They call him tiny
But I be on his tip
He claim DL top
But we only flip
I'm Riding good
I'm too clean
You too wack
I'm really hood
You from oak park
You can't rap
And them bitches in the back
I can see them
We go keep this shit a stack
I already beat them
Misses puff
With no butt
I'm calling out ya bluff
Got a feature from shawnna
Still ain't turn you up
On stage with chance
Never even had 1
Selling out shows
Awe
He bought some fans huh
It's another fat bitch
Like Where he come from
I was just ldolized
Now they acting dum dum
Running in a pack
Still Ain't got no munyun
I brought some guns to this rap shit
Now
Which
Bitch
Want some
I be 100 up
Fat ass
Big bunyuns
Grew up in the ward
Wildin 100s
I'll wreak somethin
My daddy son
Don't play with niggas
Ill tech somethin
Spitting game in the club
Man Chico couldn't even buy nothing
On instagram with subliminals
These hoes cappin
Wack rapping
Thoughts of liddo
Living deep withinnn them
I should start pimping them
Make 'em sell some pussy they don't got
I see the bitch in them
He a craftsmen
Go build me something
A Mexican bitch with no ass
Bob the builder or something
You Dirty shoe ass bitch
Can't catch a Lyft or something
I can tell yo mama don't Love you
With them herpes on ya lip or something
How you running Atlanta
Waistline big
I think you running for Santa
And ya friends coked out
He was real coked out
I smoke blunts
They be 7 deep
At Enrique party with Blaq
Doing the "watch my feet"
Get to smooth talking
You know I'm finna end the beat
Hood nigga
And
A rapper
Streets or a beat
With my chains
And my my furs and shit
Walk in the room
Styling
Leaving niggas hanging and shit
Where the ballers at
That the only reason
I came in this bitch
Stares across the room
Niggas Thinking they famous and shit
That ain't stardom
I been that
I Ain't never been on tv
That police
And I ain't with that
I Call him pussy to his face
And ion eat that
He a sugar daddy
With no sugar
Man what the fuck
I can't believe that
Dutty wind
He wanna see my hips
He just in time
Licking on his lips
They call him tiny
But I be on his tip
He claim DL top
But we only flip
I'm Riding good
I'm too clean
You too wack
I'm really hood
You from oak park
You can't rap
And them bitches in the back
I can see them
We go keep this shit a stack
I already beat them
Misses puff
With no butt
I'm calling out ya bluff
Got a feature from shawnna
Still ain't turn you up
On stage with chance
Never even had 1
Selling out shows
Awe
He bought some fans huh
It's another fat bitch
Like Where he come from
I was just ldolized
Now they acting dum dum
Running in a pack
Still Ain't got no munyun
I brought some guns to this rap shit
Now
Which
Bitch
Want some
I be 100 up
Fat ass
Big bunyuns
Grew up in the ward
Wildin 100s
I'll wreak somethin
My daddy son
Don't play with niggas
Ill tech somethin
Spitting game in the club
Man Chico couldn't even buy nothing
On instagram with subliminals
These hoes cappin
Wack rapping
Thoughts of liddo
Living deep withinnn them
I should start pimping them
Make 'em sell some pussy they don't got
I see the bitch in them
He a craftsmen
Go build me something
A Mexican bitch with no ass
Bob the builder or something
You Dirty shoe ass bitch
Can't catch a Lyft or something
I can tell yo mama don't Love you
With them herpes on ya lip or something
How you running Atlanta
Waistline big
I think you running for Santa
And ya friends coked out
He was real coked out
I smoke blunts
They be 7 deep
At Enrique party with Blaq
Doing the "watch my feet"
Get to smooth talking
You know I'm finna end the beat
Hood nigga
And
A rapper
Streets or a beat
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Lawrence
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