Off that fent

B-B-Bitch I hop up on that plane, bitch I'm off that Fent
Yeah she got that fat ass and I swear that I'm gone hit
I done spent two thousand on a motherfuckin fit
I been bussin' on these hoes, hell yeah I'm the shit
Pussy boy, he was lacking all over the fifth
Took his bitch, now he can't get her, back like come again
Took that lil' hoe, to my crib, and fucked up on her friend
Ba, ba, ballin' on these hoes Shoot my shot and I'm gon' win
Free my boy lil 30, yeah he locked up in that pen

If I fucked her on a Sunday, would they call that shit a sin
Think this shit a game, I'ma up you with my gen
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm fuckin' with this hoe, ask her how she been
Caught an opp up at the store, we shot him in his chin

Bitch, ass dude was talkin' on the net, he got slapped with ten
Goin' to the top, gettin' bread, yeah, we in
If I fuck that hoe one time, then I'ma leave that bitch again

(I'm gon' leave that bitch again)

P-Put some tris up in my double cup, I'm so high up off that green, I'm floatin' like a rubber duck
She said that she love me, but I told her I don't give no fuck
I like fuckin' with these drugs, I can't, like, keep it a buck

She said that she from New York, so I had to switch it up
Swerve up in a fuckin' Benz, hell yeah we gon' send you up
Feel like Dave, I got them blunts, I cannot put down the cup

(Feel like Dave, I got them blunts, I cannot put down the cup)

Bitch, I hop up on that plane, bitch, I'm off that fent
Yeah, she got that fat ass, and I swear that I'm gon' hit
I done spent two thousand on a motherfuckin' fit
I been bussin' on these hoes, hell, yeah, I'm the shit

Pussy boy, he was lacking all over the fifth
Took his bitch, now he can't get her back, like come again



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