7:51 Am
No hard feelings
Bitch its 7:51 in the morning
Nigga come get yo thot, this bitch be on whore shit
Lil bitch she gon' give me brain, then I give her more dick
I should send a pic and get him more sick
I should send a vid and get him more sick
He keep blowin' up her phone, but she ignoring
I be givin' her back shots and she want more of it
I like this bitch a lot, she ain't on boring bitch
White boy, come and get your bitch
Talkin' ima take ya life boy
Just for talkin talkin' shit
Fuck around I'ma have my white boys
Slide up in a lyft
Keep my guns on me this not toys
Even though I could fight, boy
Pussy boy you don't fight, boy
Fuck around knock out ya lights, Floyd
Actin tough you is a nice boy
In the crib playin' games Mordecai boy
Everyday niggas die,
But today you could die, boy
Fuckin ya bitch from the side, he call her phone and that nigga gon' cry boy
Niggas said he wan' slide,
But he better not try, boy
Oh, he better not try
Cause you really gon' die
Bro pop out like a spy
Nigga mad over a female
Bullets way harder than seashells
Nigga talk hot make em see hell
That nigga pussy he meow
That nigga broke can't eat out
He textin' minors nigga need help
I'll get you knocked on your own side
Get you slimed out by your own guys
Pull on ya block nigga don't hide
You think you on that go try
You think you on that go try
(Go Try)
You think you on that go try
(Go try)
Bitch its 7:51 in the morning
Nigga come get yo thot, this bitch be on whore shit
Lil bitch she gon' give me brain, then I give her more dick
I should send a pic and get him more sick
I should send a vid and get him more sick
He keep blowin' up her phone, but she ignoring
I be givin' her back shots and she want more of it
I like this bitch a lot, she ain't on boring bitch
White boy, come and get your bitch
Talkin' ima take ya life boy
Just for talkin talkin' shit
Fuck around I'ma have my white boys
Slide up in a lyft
Keep my guns on me this not toys
Even though I could fight, boy
Pussy boy you don't fight, boy
Fuck around knock out ya lights, Floyd
Actin tough you is a nice boy
In the crib playin' games Mordecai boy
Everyday niggas die,
But today you could die, boy
Fuckin ya bitch from the side, he call her phone and that nigga gon' cry boy
Niggas said he wan' slide,
But he better not try, boy
Oh, he better not try
Cause you really gon' die
Bro pop out like a spy
Nigga mad over a female
Bullets way harder than seashells
Nigga talk hot make em see hell
That nigga pussy he meow
That nigga broke can't eat out
He textin' minors nigga need help
I'll get you knocked on your own side
Get you slimed out by your own guys
Pull on ya block nigga don't hide
You think you on that go try
You think you on that go try
(Go Try)
You think you on that go try
(Go try)
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Writer(s): Zae Ebk
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