F*ck bruh, my voice is raspy as shit, yeah (f*ck)
Why you hating nigga, you just mad i'm popping and you ain't
No love for these bitches put my feelings in this drink
Middle finger to the people laughing out the bank
I had to shoot the nigga cause he tried to sell me shake
Misunderstood, he's always up to something
Worried bout the money he ain't worried bout you dumb bitch
If you keep that glick on you boy you better dump it
Lightskin, curly hair, and she give dumb head
Between me and you, let's see who get the win
Don't know how to save nigga all i know is spend
I ain't letting up until i'm whipping in that Benz
Making tough decisions had to cut off all my friends.
But i ain't even tripping, I'm getting to the cheddar
Between me and you, let's see who living better
Amiri on my jeans, Dior on my sweater
And yo bitch in my phone, like I ain't even text her, back
Carsi on the speaker now she do a lil dance
And my dick ain't hard thats a brick in my pants
Know my clique came far, so I go and shout the bands
Why you stressing bout ya man's? Why you stressing bout ya man's?
And if you with a bitch right now then raise ya hands
And if you getting rich right now then raise ya hands
She prolly let me hit on that shit cause I got bands
We prolly gonna smoke in a bit, you understand?
And she don't really know the bros blow by the ounce
Smoking getting lit on shit she can't pronounce
Pull up to the sto' for sure, you know the route
To cop another wood, so good, okay let's bounce
Okay let's bounce
Okay let's bounce
Alright let's bounce
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F*ck bruh, my voice is raspy as shit, yeah (f*ck)
Why you hating nigga, you just mad i'm popping and you ain't
No love for these bitches put my feelings in this drink
Middle finger to the people laughing out the bank
I had to shoot the nigga cause he tried to sell me shake
Misunderstood, he's always up to something
Worried bout the money he ain't worried bout you dumb bitch
If you keep that glick on you boy you better dump it
Lightskin, curly hair, and she give dumb head
Between me and you, let's see who get the win
Don't know how to save nigga all i know is spend
I ain't letting up until i'm whipping in that Benz
Making tough decisions had to cut off all my friends.
But i ain't even tripping, I'm getting to the cheddar
Between me and you, let's see who living better
Amiri on my jeans, Dior on my sweater
And yo bitch in my phone, like I ain't even text her, back
Carsi on the speaker now she do a lil dance
And my dick ain't hard thats a brick in my pants
Know my clique came far, so I go and shout the bands
Why you stressing bout ya man's? Why you stressing bout ya man's?
And if you with a bitch right now then raise ya hands
And if you getting rich right now then raise ya hands
She prolly let me hit on that shit cause I got bands
We prolly gonna smoke in a bit, you understand?
And she don't really know the bros blow by the ounce
Smoking getting lit on shit she can't pronounce
Pull up to the sto' for sure, you know the route
To cop another wood, so good, okay let's bounce
Okay let's bounce
Okay let's bounce
Alright let's bounce
Why you hating nigga, you just mad i'm popping and you ain't
No love for these bitches put my feelings in this drink
Middle finger to the people laughing out the bank
I had to shoot the nigga cause he tried to sell me shake
Misunderstood, he's always up to something
Worried bout the money he ain't worried bout you dumb bitch
If you keep that glick on you boy you better dump it
Lightskin, curly hair, and she give dumb head
Between me and you, let's see who get the win
Don't know how to save nigga all i know is spend
I ain't letting up until i'm whipping in that Benz
Making tough decisions had to cut off all my friends.
But i ain't even tripping, I'm getting to the cheddar
Between me and you, let's see who living better
Amiri on my jeans, Dior on my sweater
And yo bitch in my phone, like I ain't even text her, back
Carsi on the speaker now she do a lil dance
And my dick ain't hard thats a brick in my pants
Know my clique came far, so I go and shout the bands
Why you stressing bout ya man's? Why you stressing bout ya man's?
And if you with a bitch right now then raise ya hands
And if you getting rich right now then raise ya hands
She prolly let me hit on that shit cause I got bands
We prolly gonna smoke in a bit, you understand?
And she don't really know the bros blow by the ounce
Smoking getting lit on shit she can't pronounce
Pull up to the sto' for sure, you know the route
To cop another wood, so good, okay let's bounce
Okay let's bounce
Okay let's bounce
Alright let's bounce
Writer: Carson Martin
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