Swear I'ma beat it if that bitch let me
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and your bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
Bitch I'ma winner, I can give lessons
I took his life, I gave 'em blessings
Slept like a baby, left his ass restin'
Vlone the robe, I be investin'
You know the code, no hoes in the section
I got a mode, better not press it (Bitch)
Caught a f*ck nigga on Vine, gave a nigga six
Put his ass down with the stick
Left wrist light ain't talkin' 'bout rocks, no ice
Whipped that bitch up nice
Fire his ass on cam ain't talkin' 'bout Skype
Glick gon' change yo life (Huh)
Stock stay on stand by (Huh)
Neck that looks like rice (Huh)
Tech gon eat them mice
Bread on his head like lice
Tech gon' eat them rats
I can't brake that scat
Ain't no Benz bitch this that cat
Lil hoe this that pack
Killed yo bro, I sent that stack
I got that bitch whacked
Heard yo folk was into that, so I hopped in the black
Caught yo hoe up at four seasons, she hopped in the back
My choppa needed a breather when I caught yo ass
Hollows tossed yo ass
Hammer tossed yo Jag
Yoppa bossed yo ass
And then I lost yo ass
My mower keep that grass low
I got a five goin' for the four
I'm havin' slimes but I'm out the four
Know I ain't ridin' if it's goin' slow
Know that I'm slidin', for the bro
Ball like a giant, on soul
Ball like I'm Bryant, on Moe
I like defiance, I don't know
Swear I'ma beat it if that bitch let me
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and yo bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
F*ckin' with scammers hit me for the methods
Out of Atlanta the 'Cade you guessed it
We throwin' fast hollows you ain't catchin'
Nigga, we blast autos like some veterans
I sent the Johnny Bravo out to Destin, Texas
Shawty bad she from Texas
My nigga from Chicago big reckless wreckin'
50 choppin' like veggies
Swear I'ma beat it if that bitch let me
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and yo bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
Mako Cash - World I$ Your$ Lyrics
Mako Cash - World I$ Your$ Lyrics
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English
Swear I'ma beat it if that bitch let me
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and your bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
Bitch I'ma winner, I can give lessons
I took his life, I gave 'em blessings
Slept like a baby, left his ass restin'
Vlone the robe, I be investin'
You know the code, no hoes in the section
I got a mode, better not press it (Bitch)
Caught a f*ck nigga on Vine, gave a nigga six
Put his ass down with the stick
Left wrist light ain't talkin' 'bout rocks, no ice
Whipped that bitch up nice
Fire his ass on cam ain't talkin' 'bout Skype
Glick gon' change yo life (Huh)
Stock stay on stand by (Huh)
Neck that looks like rice (Huh)
Tech gon eat them mice
Bread on his head like lice
Tech gon' eat them rats
I can't brake that scat
Ain't no Benz bitch this that cat
Lil hoe this that pack
Killed yo bro, I sent that stack
I got that bitch whacked
Heard yo folk was into that, so I hopped in the black
Caught yo hoe up at four seasons, she hopped in the back
My choppa needed a breather when I caught yo ass
Hollows tossed yo ass
Hammer tossed yo Jag
Yoppa bossed yo ass
And then I lost yo ass
My mower keep that grass low
I got a five goin' for the four
I'm havin' slimes but I'm out the four
Know I ain't ridin' if it's goin' slow
Know that I'm slidin', for the bro
Ball like a giant, on soul
Ball like I'm Bryant, on Moe
I like defiance, I don't know
Swear I'ma beat it if that bitch let me
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and yo bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
F*ckin' with scammers hit me for the methods
Out of Atlanta the 'Cade you guessed it
We throwin' fast hollows you ain't catchin'
Nigga, we blast autos like some veterans
I sent the Johnny Bravo out to Destin, Texas
Shawty bad she from Texas
My nigga from Chicago big reckless wreckin'
50 choppin' like veggies
Swear I'ma beat it if that bitch let me
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and yo bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and your bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
Bitch I'ma winner, I can give lessons
I took his life, I gave 'em blessings
Slept like a baby, left his ass restin'
Vlone the robe, I be investin'
You know the code, no hoes in the section
I got a mode, better not press it (Bitch)
Caught a f*ck nigga on Vine, gave a nigga six
Put his ass down with the stick
Left wrist light ain't talkin' 'bout rocks, no ice
Whipped that bitch up nice
Fire his ass on cam ain't talkin' 'bout Skype
Glick gon' change yo life (Huh)
Stock stay on stand by (Huh)
Neck that looks like rice (Huh)
Tech gon eat them mice
Bread on his head like lice
Tech gon' eat them rats
I can't brake that scat
Ain't no Benz bitch this that cat
Lil hoe this that pack
Killed yo bro, I sent that stack
I got that bitch whacked
Heard yo folk was into that, so I hopped in the black
Caught yo hoe up at four seasons, she hopped in the back
My choppa needed a breather when I caught yo ass
Hollows tossed yo ass
Hammer tossed yo Jag
Yoppa bossed yo ass
And then I lost yo ass
My mower keep that grass low
I got a five goin' for the four
I'm havin' slimes but I'm out the four
Know I ain't ridin' if it's goin' slow
Know that I'm slidin', for the bro
Ball like a giant, on soul
Ball like I'm Bryant, on Moe
I like defiance, I don't know
Swear I'ma beat it if that bitch let me
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and yo bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
F*ckin' with scammers hit me for the methods
Out of Atlanta the 'Cade you guessed it
We throwin' fast hollows you ain't catchin'
Nigga, we blast autos like some veterans
I sent the Johnny Bravo out to Destin, Texas
Shawty bad she from Texas
My nigga from Chicago big reckless wreckin'
50 choppin' like veggies
Swear I'ma beat it if that bitch let me
In it like a fetus, bitch I was destined
Glock on the side, call that bitch Lefty
I got a feed it, you and yo bestie
My ones white, call that bitch Betsie
I got a mic, ain't got a test it
Hit that boy Mike, he'll get you right
I'm drinkin' Sprite, got the prometh in
Writer: Jordan Miller
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