Scratch the VIN
I might throw a couple bands
At some fuckin chickens
Pill flippin
Water whippin
Case closed
No description
Cut the hoe off
If she talkin more then she listen
They gone be mad as hell
If I mix Dior wit the Christians
I ain't trippin
Got niggas movin slow off the
Shhhh
Fuckin dirty sippin
Fucked this hoe last night
I gave her 30 minutes
Her weave long as hell
Shit like 30 inches
Scratch the Vin off the truck
I'm trynna see how it ride
223s how we slide
Coupe got dows
Suicide
Bitch thick as hell
Wooo she wide
I seen my nigga wife a hoe
I swear I almost cried
My nigga trynna hit a play
Fuck it Nigga slide
I fell for the bitch
She my Bonnie
I guess I'm Clyde
If this shit don't work
Fuck it
I'm back outside
Doin donuts in the trackhawk
Look at how it glide
That nigga
Thought he was on some street shit
He almost died
She never sipped the Dam
I told her bitch try it
Runnin laps around rap niggas
I'm Talkin big strides
I think I'm eatin too many beats
Nigga I need a diet
Yea
I feel like bravo hit the lotto
Every time I smash a model
Look at the drip my wheels spin different
Nigga Forgiatos
Bitch I came to pop some bottles
Dark the glass
Reposado
Need to visit the plug
Shìt He like my fuckin idol
I'm trynna wrap the plastic
Shit I need a bitch like Latto
Roll me up a wood
Smokin straight gelato
Take a chance
Fuck it
I'm trynna spin the bottle
At some fuckin chickens
Pill flippin
Water whippin
Case closed
No description
Cut the hoe off
If she talkin more then she listen
They gone be mad as hell
If I mix Dior wit the Christians
I ain't trippin
Got niggas movin slow off the
Shhhh
Fuckin dirty sippin
Fucked this hoe last night
I gave her 30 minutes
Her weave long as hell
Shit like 30 inches
Scratch the Vin off the truck
I'm trynna see how it ride
223s how we slide
Coupe got dows
Suicide
Bitch thick as hell
Wooo she wide
I seen my nigga wife a hoe
I swear I almost cried
My nigga trynna hit a play
Fuck it Nigga slide
I fell for the bitch
She my Bonnie
I guess I'm Clyde
If this shit don't work
Fuck it
I'm back outside
Doin donuts in the trackhawk
Look at how it glide
That nigga
Thought he was on some street shit
He almost died
She never sipped the Dam
I told her bitch try it
Runnin laps around rap niggas
I'm Talkin big strides
I think I'm eatin too many beats
Nigga I need a diet
Yea
I feel like bravo hit the lotto
Every time I smash a model
Look at the drip my wheels spin different
Nigga Forgiatos
Bitch I came to pop some bottles
Dark the glass
Reposado
Need to visit the plug
Shìt He like my fuckin idol
I'm trynna wrap the plastic
Shit I need a bitch like Latto
Roll me up a wood
Smokin straight gelato
Take a chance
Fuck it
I'm trynna spin the bottle
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