WDFHDF
What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was
Nigga dream on, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo' trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch I'm the mechanic
I'm the mechanic, one-eyed bandit
Fix this shit with all white linens
I ain't got my diamonds dirty, now I got to go and clean them
Pulled up, bitch, what's happening?
Bitch, she's down to hop in traffic
Walk up in the stores, I'm cashin'
Then I'm walking the fuck up out it
Niggas faggots, bitches maggots
Riding fast, thought it was tragic
Love Ben Franklins, thought it was magic
Uncle Sammy, bitch, I'm taxin'
Bling bling, racks in my jeans
Bling bling, look at my ring
Bling bling, look at my chain
Ring ring with my ring
Smoke K.I, smoke Tooka, K.I was a shooter
And I'm Almighty but I got on fuckin' Buddhas
300 for these Trueys
500 for the new ones
I riding with my boo thang
Finna pick up my new thang
What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was
Nigga dream on, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo' trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic
Had to paint my car red, fire red
Pull a hoe like, "Aw shit"
Talk shit, niggas like to talk shit
'Cause they walkin', aw shit
Pull up on them bitches like, "Aw shit"
This dope got me coughin'
Thought I was going up in a coffin
Aw shit, what them niggas say when we pull up sparkin'
We ain't parkin'
Got a badass bitch riding for me
What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was
Nigga dream on, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was
Nigga dream on, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo' trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch I'm the mechanic
I'm the mechanic, one-eyed bandit
Fix this shit with all white linens
I ain't got my diamonds dirty, now I got to go and clean them
Pulled up, bitch, what's happening?
Bitch, she's down to hop in traffic
Walk up in the stores, I'm cashin'
Then I'm walking the fuck up out it
Niggas faggots, bitches maggots
Riding fast, thought it was tragic
Love Ben Franklins, thought it was magic
Uncle Sammy, bitch, I'm taxin'
Bling bling, racks in my jeans
Bling bling, look at my ring
Bling bling, look at my chain
Ring ring with my ring
Smoke K.I, smoke Tooka, K.I was a shooter
And I'm Almighty but I got on fuckin' Buddhas
300 for these Trueys
500 for the new ones
I riding with my boo thang
Finna pick up my new thang
What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was
Nigga dream on, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo' trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic
Had to paint my car red, fire red
Pull a hoe like, "Aw shit"
Talk shit, niggas like to talk shit
'Cause they walkin', aw shit
Pull up on them bitches like, "Aw shit"
This dope got me coughin'
Thought I was going up in a coffin
Aw shit, what them niggas say when we pull up sparkin'
We ain't parkin'
Got a badass bitch riding for me
What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was
Nigga dream on, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic
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Writer(s): Keith Cozart
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