CLUB
Shit so crazy
Let's go, Let's go, Let's go
Shits so crazy
Shits so crazy ah
Shits so crazy ah ah (ha ha ha ha)
Ah, ah, ah (yeah yeah)
Fuck out the way bitch I'm gettin' that K
Fuck up the club like this shit a rave
Pussy lil bitches keep talkin' that shit
Better watch out for I fuck on yo bitch
Thinkin' they playin' whatever I say
Broken Xbox I'm never gon' play
All these rappers they rappin' that cap
She not a bob, that bitch is a bap
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what Yeah
Dick up in her tummy, it's so funny, you a bummy yeah
Dick up in your mommy, shoot my shotty, ain't no holdin' back
AK-47 to your body, ain't no holdin' back
I got murder on my mind, ain't waste no time, let's get to the grind, yeah
We gon' pull up and slide, yeah, we gon' fuck with your mind, yeah
This shit really be funny
He just look like a dummy
Runnin round town with the Tommy's, yeah, shootin' right at your tummy, yeah
Bitches really do love me, bitches tell me to "fuck me"
Haha, shit
This shit really be crazy man, I don't know how I got to this point
Ah, ah, ah (yeah, yeah
Fuck out the way bitch I'm gettin' that K
Fuck up the club like this shit a rave
Pussy lil bitches keep talkin' that shit
Better watch out for I fuck on yo bitch
Thinkin' they playin' whatever I say
Broken Xbox I'm never gon' play
All these rappers they rappin' that cap
She not a bob, that bitch is a bap
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what Yeah
I got all these millies on me
Ice on my wrist
Ice on your bitch
But she a bitch
So fuck that lil' hoe bitch
Ain't got no time for fake dudes that talk shit
Yeah
I made a rack today
Won't text her today
Send her ass back today
Countin' that shit up tomorrow
Askin' for money tomorrow
You know my heart is so hollow
So I told her I got her tomorrow
Yeah
Won't text her back so I'm takin' her back to the street that she came from, she livin' on pay stubs
I'm bout to pop off, Droppin' that bxxch off, Tell her to fxxk off while I go skirt off
Gettin' that loot, It's comin' in two, But not for you, Hop out the coupe
I'm bout to rage, Run to the bank, Gettin' that bank, This shit so great
Laugh at this shit it's funny
Look at them buns no honey
Steppin' outside it's sunny
So I gotta put up my sunnies
I just wanna get that money
I just wanna get that green
Poppin the perks, no lean
Look at that bitch she lean
Fuck out the way bitch I'm gettin' that K
Fuck up the club like this shit a rave
Pussy lil bitches keep talkin' that shit
Better watch out for I fuck on yo bitch
Thinkin' they playin' whatever I say
Broken Xbox I'm never gon' play
All these rappers they rappin' that cap
She not a bob, that bitch is a bap
Let's go, Let's go, Let's go
Shits so crazy
Shits so crazy ah
Shits so crazy ah ah (ha ha ha ha)
Ah, ah, ah (yeah yeah)
Fuck out the way bitch I'm gettin' that K
Fuck up the club like this shit a rave
Pussy lil bitches keep talkin' that shit
Better watch out for I fuck on yo bitch
Thinkin' they playin' whatever I say
Broken Xbox I'm never gon' play
All these rappers they rappin' that cap
She not a bob, that bitch is a bap
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what Yeah
Dick up in her tummy, it's so funny, you a bummy yeah
Dick up in your mommy, shoot my shotty, ain't no holdin' back
AK-47 to your body, ain't no holdin' back
I got murder on my mind, ain't waste no time, let's get to the grind, yeah
We gon' pull up and slide, yeah, we gon' fuck with your mind, yeah
This shit really be funny
He just look like a dummy
Runnin round town with the Tommy's, yeah, shootin' right at your tummy, yeah
Bitches really do love me, bitches tell me to "fuck me"
Haha, shit
This shit really be crazy man, I don't know how I got to this point
Ah, ah, ah (yeah, yeah
Fuck out the way bitch I'm gettin' that K
Fuck up the club like this shit a rave
Pussy lil bitches keep talkin' that shit
Better watch out for I fuck on yo bitch
Thinkin' they playin' whatever I say
Broken Xbox I'm never gon' play
All these rappers they rappin' that cap
She not a bob, that bitch is a bap
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the club like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what
Fuck up the game like what Yeah
I got all these millies on me
Ice on my wrist
Ice on your bitch
But she a bitch
So fuck that lil' hoe bitch
Ain't got no time for fake dudes that talk shit
Yeah
I made a rack today
Won't text her today
Send her ass back today
Countin' that shit up tomorrow
Askin' for money tomorrow
You know my heart is so hollow
So I told her I got her tomorrow
Yeah
Won't text her back so I'm takin' her back to the street that she came from, she livin' on pay stubs
I'm bout to pop off, Droppin' that bxxch off, Tell her to fxxk off while I go skirt off
Gettin' that loot, It's comin' in two, But not for you, Hop out the coupe
I'm bout to rage, Run to the bank, Gettin' that bank, This shit so great
Laugh at this shit it's funny
Look at them buns no honey
Steppin' outside it's sunny
So I gotta put up my sunnies
I just wanna get that money
I just wanna get that green
Poppin the perks, no lean
Look at that bitch she lean
Fuck out the way bitch I'm gettin' that K
Fuck up the club like this shit a rave
Pussy lil bitches keep talkin' that shit
Better watch out for I fuck on yo bitch
Thinkin' they playin' whatever I say
Broken Xbox I'm never gon' play
All these rappers they rappin' that cap
She not a bob, that bitch is a bap
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