Wop

I could make a bitch do
anything I want to
Get insider her head and control her like a console
No I cannot front you
I don't wanna hunt you
Bussin down the pack it came whiter than my front tooth

Mind games like I'm jigsaw I leave her puzzled
I don't know why she trust me I really need a muzzle
She a alcoholic got a bottle you could guzzle
If I seen the future and you stay I still don't trust you

Trap fashion book bag,hoodie,jeans, AF1s too
I forgot to mention they supreme AF1s too
I know why they sleeping niggas out here sipping cut juice
Please don't ask what's in my cup fuck you

I need my bitches rude hoe don't even say thank you
Juggin white boys I finesse em he say thanks dude
Bottoms up how i do double cups you sipping grey goose
Flash backs I'm thinking bout my uncle on that K2

Im Playing 2K he in there stumbling through the damn room
Playing defense you cross me up I'll be a damn fool

Just incase a rainy day I'm stashing money like it's canned food
I do my dirt alone and don't speak so I can't lose

Hey how you feeling this evening
Like a rockstar I'm getting high like it's the weekend
Yo hoe keep staring ima ask her what you drinking
Shots to head now she talkin bout linkin

On the road a mili seat belt light blinking
In my cup holder it's a clean sprite I turned pinkish
In the club askin niggas mommas baby where you going
Niggas flexin like they ric flair really they Rick Owen (you owe)

Rick Ross xanny in my cup and U.N.E.N.O
It ain't smart to follow me cus shit I don't know where I'm goin
But I know yo baby love my dirty drawers I got her open
I don't see no future with her though we just be drankin smokin

Chiefin' Zaa I had to put it out you know that shit be potent
And my bitch finesse like me come out that bag
Or she ain't goin
Selling blow anywhere its noses sniffing
And it's snowing
I ain't rushing know my time gon come to
Put this shit in motion



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Pratt
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