Got a drop
On this flexing nigga
He from over east
I call my bro
Tell him get 290 meet me over east
He hit the street
Ask me where you go
Boy I'm at the store
He say why, get sum Kleenex cus I'm finna wipe his nose
Get the pole, keep it in the trunk I'm finna blow his shit back
Taking heads, just know I won't miss that post it on my Snapchat
Give a damn, if yo niggas dead, if yo niggas scared
They a pack, put them in my backwood, spark em in the air
Never cared, bitch I'm like gherbo you can call me swervo
In that hellcat, coming down on Merrill, clutch that come with turbo
Niggas mad, cus my bitches bad and yo bitch titties sag
In my jag, I don't Up the pole id rather beat yo ass
Boy you sad, always whining cus your bitch wanna hang with me
Cruising down stony and shorty giving head while in my Jeep
In the passenger seat, sucking me up til I can't feel my feet
Bring her over smash her on the cover and still I change the sheets
She a dick eater
You a wife beater lil bitch
Ima real nigga
You a fake nigga you switch
Boy you bait nigga, say you'd rather play with fish
My niggas drowning and you clowning while they pass around your bitch
I never cared nigga, always tryna feel the pain, while I got ice in my veins
Getting on the plane, while my niggas still go insane, got the chrome pointed at your brain
And this vvs, bought this shit with a check and I wasn't tryna flex
But u bouncing back, you an unbalanced check so just know you won't get respect
Boy this my crazy
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Got a drop
On this flexing nigga
He from over east
I call my bro
Tell him get 290 meet me over east
He hit the street
Ask me where you go
Boy I'm at the store
He say why, get sum Kleenex cus I'm finna wipe his nose
Get the pole, keep it in the trunk I'm finna blow his shit back
Taking heads, just know I won't miss that post it on my Snapchat
Give a damn, if yo niggas dead, if yo niggas scared
They a pack, put them in my backwood, spark em in the air
Never cared, bitch I'm like gherbo you can call me swervo
In that hellcat, coming down on Merrill, clutch that come with turbo
Niggas mad, cus my bitches bad and yo bitch titties sag
In my jag, I don't Up the pole id rather beat yo ass
Boy you sad, always whining cus your bitch wanna hang with me
Cruising down stony and shorty giving head while in my Jeep
In the passenger seat, sucking me up til I can't feel my feet
Bring her over smash her on the cover and still I change the sheets
She a dick eater
You a wife beater lil bitch
Ima real nigga
You a fake nigga you switch
Boy you bait nigga, say you'd rather play with fish
My niggas drowning and you clowning while they pass around your bitch
I never cared nigga, always tryna feel the pain, while I got ice in my veins
Getting on the plane, while my niggas still go insane, got the chrome pointed at your brain
And this vvs, bought this shit with a check and I wasn't tryna flex
But u bouncing back, you an unbalanced check so just know you won't get respect
Boy this my crazy
On this flexing nigga
He from over east
I call my bro
Tell him get 290 meet me over east
He hit the street
Ask me where you go
Boy I'm at the store
He say why, get sum Kleenex cus I'm finna wipe his nose
Get the pole, keep it in the trunk I'm finna blow his shit back
Taking heads, just know I won't miss that post it on my Snapchat
Give a damn, if yo niggas dead, if yo niggas scared
They a pack, put them in my backwood, spark em in the air
Never cared, bitch I'm like gherbo you can call me swervo
In that hellcat, coming down on Merrill, clutch that come with turbo
Niggas mad, cus my bitches bad and yo bitch titties sag
In my jag, I don't Up the pole id rather beat yo ass
Boy you sad, always whining cus your bitch wanna hang with me
Cruising down stony and shorty giving head while in my Jeep
In the passenger seat, sucking me up til I can't feel my feet
Bring her over smash her on the cover and still I change the sheets
She a dick eater
You a wife beater lil bitch
Ima real nigga
You a fake nigga you switch
Boy you bait nigga, say you'd rather play with fish
My niggas drowning and you clowning while they pass around your bitch
I never cared nigga, always tryna feel the pain, while I got ice in my veins
Getting on the plane, while my niggas still go insane, got the chrome pointed at your brain
And this vvs, bought this shit with a check and I wasn't tryna flex
But u bouncing back, you an unbalanced check so just know you won't get respect
Boy this my crazy
Writer: Chris Mc
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