AP on my wrist, got the advance, now I'm double that shit
You duckin' me
Yeah, you a bitch
Hunnid K up on my chain ima walk like I'm God
Tried finesse but yo ass got caught
Hundred bands Hidden Hills, copped a new crib
My watch isn't even on froze and it cost a new crib
Moissanite up on your wrist, VVS up on my neck and you can't see shit
VVS reflects the laser, I know if I'm bout to get hit
How could I be late to the jet when I drive straight up close
I went out, got that bag, then I brought up my bros
Hundred K up on my wrist and it ain't even froze
Hundred K up in my bank, yeah, I got them Rick Owen's
Bout a hunnid K for the feature, I got them racks, I don't need you
Bitch, why you act like I need you
Bitch, all I need is a pint
Pour all then right to my mind
Pop a Xanax, then hop on mic
Hop a hundred and ten beats in the night
Me and amenity out gettin geeked
We up in the stu and I rap while he making the beat
Rapping so fast that I can't even breath
I don't know what you mean
Hop on the beat then I spark up that blunt in between
Where the f*ck that bag of weed
Where the f*ck that grabba leaf
Where the f*ck's gravity
Where the f*ck's gravity
Where the f*ck's gravity
Pouring soda in my sleep
We knocking at your door, trick or treat
You know that she's just a whore, I want what we need
This nigga got click, ain't nobody have seen it
I'm off codeine, leaning, dreaming
Hoe want f*ck me for no reason
I'm by her legs, I'm in between
She give me head, I stare at cleavage
Bitch, I ain't had no weed for days
I realize now that I don't need it
I get her lit, she pour up tris
I make her hit and I repeat it
I'm so f*cking sick, I got these niggas on my dick
Why they hoe eating
I'm the shit, not politicking
Like you, bitch, I enjoy my weekend
It's a lot in a whole different state
We in that track, you were my main
I guess it's chess, ain't that way
She put her breasts in my face
I f*ck that hoe, then she just like the rain
I tell her, go away
Only mari be stepping in throwaways
Bitch, I'm smoking that gas, propane
I've been getting this cash, cobain
Simple and lit, got no brain
Couple months ago, I was delivered
Now this how tryna act like she know me
I just bought me a couple of Glocks
A couple of shots, gon' let that shit hold me
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they phony
But I f*ck with they thots when they horny
She gon' talk me to f*ck me tomorrow
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they phony
But I f*ck with they thots when they horny
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AP on my wrist, got the advance, now I'm double that shit
You duckin' me
Yeah, you a bitch
Hunnid K up on my chain ima walk like I'm God
Tried finesse but yo ass got caught
Hundred bands Hidden Hills, copped a new crib
My watch isn't even on froze and it cost a new crib
Moissanite up on your wrist, VVS up on my neck and you can't see shit
VVS reflects the laser, I know if I'm bout to get hit
How could I be late to the jet when I drive straight up close
I went out, got that bag, then I brought up my bros
Hundred K up on my wrist and it ain't even froze
Hundred K up in my bank, yeah, I got them Rick Owen's
Bout a hunnid K for the feature, I got them racks, I don't need you
Bitch, why you act like I need you
Bitch, all I need is a pint
Pour all then right to my mind
Pop a Xanax, then hop on mic
Hop a hundred and ten beats in the night
Me and amenity out gettin geeked
We up in the stu and I rap while he making the beat
Rapping so fast that I can't even breath
I don't know what you mean
Hop on the beat then I spark up that blunt in between
Where the f*ck that bag of weed
Where the f*ck that grabba leaf
Where the f*ck's gravity
Where the f*ck's gravity
Where the f*ck's gravity
Pouring soda in my sleep
We knocking at your door, trick or treat
You know that she's just a whore, I want what we need
This nigga got click, ain't nobody have seen it
I'm off codeine, leaning, dreaming
Hoe want f*ck me for no reason
I'm by her legs, I'm in between
She give me head, I stare at cleavage
Bitch, I ain't had no weed for days
I realize now that I don't need it
I get her lit, she pour up tris
I make her hit and I repeat it
I'm so f*cking sick, I got these niggas on my dick
Why they hoe eating
I'm the shit, not politicking
Like you, bitch, I enjoy my weekend
It's a lot in a whole different state
We in that track, you were my main
I guess it's chess, ain't that way
She put her breasts in my face
I f*ck that hoe, then she just like the rain
I tell her, go away
Only mari be stepping in throwaways
Bitch, I'm smoking that gas, propane
I've been getting this cash, cobain
Simple and lit, got no brain
Couple months ago, I was delivered
Now this how tryna act like she know me
I just bought me a couple of Glocks
A couple of shots, gon' let that shit hold me
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they phony
But I f*ck with they thots when they horny
She gon' talk me to f*ck me tomorrow
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they phony
But I f*ck with they thots when they horny
You duckin' me
Yeah, you a bitch
Hunnid K up on my chain ima walk like I'm God
Tried finesse but yo ass got caught
Hundred bands Hidden Hills, copped a new crib
My watch isn't even on froze and it cost a new crib
Moissanite up on your wrist, VVS up on my neck and you can't see shit
VVS reflects the laser, I know if I'm bout to get hit
How could I be late to the jet when I drive straight up close
I went out, got that bag, then I brought up my bros
Hundred K up on my wrist and it ain't even froze
Hundred K up in my bank, yeah, I got them Rick Owen's
Bout a hunnid K for the feature, I got them racks, I don't need you
Bitch, why you act like I need you
Bitch, all I need is a pint
Pour all then right to my mind
Pop a Xanax, then hop on mic
Hop a hundred and ten beats in the night
Me and amenity out gettin geeked
We up in the stu and I rap while he making the beat
Rapping so fast that I can't even breath
I don't know what you mean
Hop on the beat then I spark up that blunt in between
Where the f*ck that bag of weed
Where the f*ck that grabba leaf
Where the f*ck's gravity
Where the f*ck's gravity
Where the f*ck's gravity
Pouring soda in my sleep
We knocking at your door, trick or treat
You know that she's just a whore, I want what we need
This nigga got click, ain't nobody have seen it
I'm off codeine, leaning, dreaming
Hoe want f*ck me for no reason
I'm by her legs, I'm in between
She give me head, I stare at cleavage
Bitch, I ain't had no weed for days
I realize now that I don't need it
I get her lit, she pour up tris
I make her hit and I repeat it
I'm so f*cking sick, I got these niggas on my dick
Why they hoe eating
I'm the shit, not politicking
Like you, bitch, I enjoy my weekend
It's a lot in a whole different state
We in that track, you were my main
I guess it's chess, ain't that way
She put her breasts in my face
I f*ck that hoe, then she just like the rain
I tell her, go away
Only mari be stepping in throwaways
Bitch, I'm smoking that gas, propane
I've been getting this cash, cobain
Simple and lit, got no brain
Couple months ago, I was delivered
Now this how tryna act like she know me
I just bought me a couple of Glocks
A couple of shots, gon' let that shit hold me
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they phony
But I f*ck with they thots when they horny
She gon' talk me to f*ck me tomorrow
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they phony
But I f*ck with they thots when they horny
Writer: Oliver Cook
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