It go 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
10 bitches on my dick tell yo hoe to wait in line
I'm up early in the morning tryna make this lemon lime
If yo nigga want smoke I hope he ain't afraid to die
I want you to know that nun of my shots is missin
But if he ackin retarded then imma make sure it's the shot to fix him
These niggas mad cause I'm in my bag cause fuk it I'm obviously winning
Look How I take a nigga flow now this hoe Grammy addition
Water like a faucet I could make this hoe drip
I don't fuk with carbons unless that hoe got a grip
I'm in traffic late night action new turbo got to dip
I don't love you bitch but you just might get the tip
Look at how yo bitch just came to act up
I give her dick she hit the floor I tell her pack up
Oh Of course her nigga mad he wan attack us
Cause he the one that had to come get her from bando
When I'm in the room better move or that's it
I don't talk to niggas tell em blow like a bitch
I came for the dime but we gon leave with the zip
When I'm in the mall I can't be seen with yo clique
It go 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
10 bitches on my dick tell yo hoe to wait in line
I'm up early in the morning tryna make this lemon lime
If yo nigga want smoke I hope he ain't afraid to die
If yo nigga want smoke I hope he ain't afraid to die
If yo nigga want smoke I hope he ain't afraid to die
If yo nigga want smoke I hope he ain't afraid to die