This nigga on my f*ckin' flow, bitch
You know it's f*ckin' M0, come on, nigga
I'm finna slide hard and then hard
I'm finna slide on yo' bitch
Harder than I slide on yo' bitch, nigga
I'm goin
I'm slidin' retarded every time
Bitch, you know I'm really feelin' alive
I'll take you to the f*ckin' room
And bust you down like applesauce
Paddock on my f*ckin' wrist
Bitch, I ain't no Adin Ross
Every single night I'm thinkin
Why the f*ck am I so lost
He asked me for that good fetty
What the f*ck is this gon' cost
It's gon' cost about 15
Or your life, it will be lost
Sellin' all this f*ckin' fetty
Runnin' on more than a boss
Pop this f*ckin' fetty pill
I swear to God, you will be lost
I'm too hard, alright, come on
So I said so long
Why the f*ck she dressed up in a thong
I know I'm thinkin' wrong
But she know I gotta call that phone
She pickin' up the phone
And she really said she all alone
Like, bitch, I'm comin' home
Swear to God, I gotta pick this bone
Like, bitch, I'm comin' home
Swear to God, I do not think I'm wrong
She playin' ping pong
And holy f*ck, my dick is gettin' long
And Might just got a f*ckin' hoe
And I don't think I'm really wrong
She grippin' on my balls
And she got to playin' ping pong
I got up in the sheets
And had to beat her down like King Kong
I'm lookin' to my left
Like, who the f*ck is that
Call it your phone
I had to think about it
Bitch, that's your nigga's ringtone
Yeah, so I'm slidin' out the scene
Like, for the shit, I'm goin' off
Swear to f*ckin' God, bitch
I'm never pickin' up the phone
The very f*ckin' next day
I heard that bitch's ringtone
Like, why you call my phone
Bitch, just leave me all the f*ckin' alone
She left me all alone
In my f*ckin' room, I'm really fried
I'm off that f*ckin' pie
Bitch, I swear I'm higher than I'm high
Like, bitch, I'm spinnin' bad
Really think I'm really finna die
I'm gettin' paranoid
Now I really need that f*ckin' fye
Yeah, all up out my mind
Hit him in his eyes, not wastin' time
Yeah, I call him and I rhyme
Swear to f*ckin' God, don't hit my line
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This nigga on my f*ckin' flow, bitch
You know it's f*ckin' M0, come on, nigga
I'm finna slide hard and then hard
I'm finna slide on yo' bitch
Harder than I slide on yo' bitch, nigga
I'm goin
I'm slidin' retarded every time
Bitch, you know I'm really feelin' alive
I'll take you to the f*ckin' room
And bust you down like applesauce
Paddock on my f*ckin' wrist
Bitch, I ain't no Adin Ross
Every single night I'm thinkin
Why the f*ck am I so lost
He asked me for that good fetty
What the f*ck is this gon' cost
It's gon' cost about 15
Or your life, it will be lost
Sellin' all this f*ckin' fetty
Runnin' on more than a boss
Pop this f*ckin' fetty pill
I swear to God, you will be lost
I'm too hard, alright, come on
So I said so long
Why the f*ck she dressed up in a thong
I know I'm thinkin' wrong
But she know I gotta call that phone
She pickin' up the phone
And she really said she all alone
Like, bitch, I'm comin' home
Swear to God, I gotta pick this bone
Like, bitch, I'm comin' home
Swear to God, I do not think I'm wrong
She playin' ping pong
And holy f*ck, my dick is gettin' long
And Might just got a f*ckin' hoe
And I don't think I'm really wrong
She grippin' on my balls
And she got to playin' ping pong
I got up in the sheets
And had to beat her down like King Kong
I'm lookin' to my left
Like, who the f*ck is that
Call it your phone
I had to think about it
Bitch, that's your nigga's ringtone
Yeah, so I'm slidin' out the scene
Like, for the shit, I'm goin' off
Swear to f*ckin' God, bitch
I'm never pickin' up the phone
The very f*ckin' next day
I heard that bitch's ringtone
Like, why you call my phone
Bitch, just leave me all the f*ckin' alone
She left me all alone
In my f*ckin' room, I'm really fried
I'm off that f*ckin' pie
Bitch, I swear I'm higher than I'm high
Like, bitch, I'm spinnin' bad
Really think I'm really finna die
I'm gettin' paranoid
Now I really need that f*ckin' fye
Yeah, all up out my mind
Hit him in his eyes, not wastin' time
Yeah, I call him and I rhyme
Swear to f*ckin' God, don't hit my line
You know it's f*ckin' M0, come on, nigga
I'm finna slide hard and then hard
I'm finna slide on yo' bitch
Harder than I slide on yo' bitch, nigga
I'm goin
I'm slidin' retarded every time
Bitch, you know I'm really feelin' alive
I'll take you to the f*ckin' room
And bust you down like applesauce
Paddock on my f*ckin' wrist
Bitch, I ain't no Adin Ross
Every single night I'm thinkin
Why the f*ck am I so lost
He asked me for that good fetty
What the f*ck is this gon' cost
It's gon' cost about 15
Or your life, it will be lost
Sellin' all this f*ckin' fetty
Runnin' on more than a boss
Pop this f*ckin' fetty pill
I swear to God, you will be lost
I'm too hard, alright, come on
So I said so long
Why the f*ck she dressed up in a thong
I know I'm thinkin' wrong
But she know I gotta call that phone
She pickin' up the phone
And she really said she all alone
Like, bitch, I'm comin' home
Swear to God, I gotta pick this bone
Like, bitch, I'm comin' home
Swear to God, I do not think I'm wrong
She playin' ping pong
And holy f*ck, my dick is gettin' long
And Might just got a f*ckin' hoe
And I don't think I'm really wrong
She grippin' on my balls
And she got to playin' ping pong
I got up in the sheets
And had to beat her down like King Kong
I'm lookin' to my left
Like, who the f*ck is that
Call it your phone
I had to think about it
Bitch, that's your nigga's ringtone
Yeah, so I'm slidin' out the scene
Like, for the shit, I'm goin' off
Swear to f*ckin' God, bitch
I'm never pickin' up the phone
The very f*ckin' next day
I heard that bitch's ringtone
Like, why you call my phone
Bitch, just leave me all the f*ckin' alone
She left me all alone
In my f*ckin' room, I'm really fried
I'm off that f*ckin' pie
Bitch, I swear I'm higher than I'm high
Like, bitch, I'm spinnin' bad
Really think I'm really finna die
I'm gettin' paranoid
Now I really need that f*ckin' fye
Yeah, all up out my mind
Hit him in his eyes, not wastin' time
Yeah, I call him and I rhyme
Swear to f*ckin' God, don't hit my line
Writer: KRISTOPHER RICHARDSON
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave