Sike!

Ask me bout dat hoe, I don't give fuck about her She did me wrong, she left our love in the mountains
Cut her off for no reason, I'm so damn childish She get out her body, she give up her body
I'm walkin' around with a bomb, Al-Qaeda Multiply money, and then I divide it
Her whole outfit is Balenciaga Geekin' off X-pills, we don't do molly

Sike! I fuck that bitch off the molly I'm slime, I'll snake you out with your partner Baby, I'm high
Geekin' up on the narcotics We finna slide, this choppa got kick like a boxer
She miss me, but it's not my problem I hit like five of your friends, to be honest
Dark skin hoe givin' brain in her bonnet He thinking we cool but I think Ima rob him

Bae I can't say I'm sorry Finna boot up to the sky, like I'm Playboi Carti
I'ma pop out like surprise, that 45 done scarred 'em Pourin' up Tris, I'ma lethargic
In a big body, can't park it I'm rocking YZY, lil' bitch, I feel heartless
I'm comin' down, bae I'm ready to go One false move and the weapon a blow

Ran into some hoes, brought several home I keep the stick, it's protectin' my soul
She off Oxycontin, Xanax and blow She d
think she bad, she a regular hoe
She know I get the racks, not a regular Joe Hit dat hoe from the back, I'm possessin' her soul

Ask me bout dat hoe, I don't give fuck about her She did me wrong, she left our love in the mountains
Cut her off for no reason, I'm so damn childish She get out her body, she give up her body
I'm walkin' around with a bomb, Al-Qaeda Multiply money, and then I divide it
Her whole outfit is Balenciaga Geekin' off X-pills, we don't do molly

Sike! I fuck that bitch off the molly I'm slime, I'll snake you out with your partner Baby, I'm high
Geekin' up on the narcotics We finna slide, this choppa got kick like a boxer
She miss me, but it's not my problem I hit like five of your friends, to be honest
Dark skin hoe givin' brain in her bonnet He thinking we cool but I think Ima rob him



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Writer(s): Bryce Dangerfield
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