Hittin' licks in a fast back
Bitch it's Lil NASDAQ
Peel your muffin cap back blue
I don't give a f*ck bout anything
And opposition nothing new to me
Just exactly what you trynna do to me?
Bitch your name Tom Foolery
Say you got that glock but ain't a motherf*cker shooting me
Like a magnet to these hoes without a single piece of jewelry
What you think you doin B?
Sit down smoke a doobie please and give yourself a chance to breathe before you motherf*ckers bleed
Boy don't f*ck with Bosse
I ride solo bitch no posse
Bet my eyes stay red and glossy as a mother f*ck
Let the semi dump
Man I'm chopping through you
Leave you with a tummy tuck
Never gave a mother f*ck
Ever since I was a jit
You just dropped the ball
I make the motherf*cker flip
Triple up my profits
Hit 'em with a triple six
Got a double cup with a couple sticks
Trynna f*ck but won't touch that bitch
Talkin shit I'm gonna bust out quick
I get the bucks I need f*cking chips
Sniff the dust then hit up that fifth, ya bitch
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Hittin' licks in a fast back
Bitch it's Lil NASDAQ
Peel your muffin cap back blue
I don't give a f*ck bout anything
And opposition nothing new to me
Just exactly what you trynna do to me?
Bitch your name Tom Foolery
Say you got that glock but ain't a motherf*cker shooting me
Like a magnet to these hoes without a single piece of jewelry
What you think you doin B?
Sit down smoke a doobie please and give yourself a chance to breathe before you motherf*ckers bleed
Boy don't f*ck with Bosse
I ride solo bitch no posse
Bet my eyes stay red and glossy as a mother f*ck
Let the semi dump
Man I'm chopping through you
Leave you with a tummy tuck
Never gave a mother f*ck
Ever since I was a jit
You just dropped the ball
I make the motherf*cker flip
Triple up my profits
Hit 'em with a triple six
Got a double cup with a couple sticks
Trynna f*ck but won't touch that bitch
Talkin shit I'm gonna bust out quick
I get the bucks I need f*cking chips
Sniff the dust then hit up that fifth, ya bitch
Bitch it's Lil NASDAQ
Peel your muffin cap back blue
I don't give a f*ck bout anything
And opposition nothing new to me
Just exactly what you trynna do to me?
Bitch your name Tom Foolery
Say you got that glock but ain't a motherf*cker shooting me
Like a magnet to these hoes without a single piece of jewelry
What you think you doin B?
Sit down smoke a doobie please and give yourself a chance to breathe before you motherf*ckers bleed
Boy don't f*ck with Bosse
I ride solo bitch no posse
Bet my eyes stay red and glossy as a mother f*ck
Let the semi dump
Man I'm chopping through you
Leave you with a tummy tuck
Never gave a mother f*ck
Ever since I was a jit
You just dropped the ball
I make the motherf*cker flip
Triple up my profits
Hit 'em with a triple six
Got a double cup with a couple sticks
Trynna f*ck but won't touch that bitch
Talkin shit I'm gonna bust out quick
I get the bucks I need f*cking chips
Sniff the dust then hit up that fifth, ya bitch
Writer: William Bosse
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