Bitch I'm lil sin, I'm here with iany
That boy taking pills, think we f*cked up his body
Bitch went in the lab like I was bionic
Bitch I'm cooking that shit like I was a scientist
F*ck a drug test, I got lean and weed inside of my piss huh
I told that lil bitch to give me head, she looking at me and then she blew me a kiss
I got money think that she love me
I ran it up with all of my buddies
That bitch said she want some za' for free, lil bitch you not my muddy
I feel invincible with that Glock run up with that Gen 5 you can't touch me
When I started rapping man I was so ugly, now look at me know these hoes wanna f*ck me
Me and lil sin, we spin for the win, big bro finna lose it
Too many bitches they all on my line, they tryna go f*ck I be picking and choosing
Tell that bitch to f*cking wake up
I been pouring lean inside this double cup
New G19 finna double up
And she said that she love me don't give a f*ck
Bitch, sin and iany, spin with lil bro told him get right behind me
F*ck that label tell that lil bitch I'm not signing
Chase a bag and nigga stop all that crying
Hit from the back gotta crying
I told that bitch to stay in her line (bitch bitch)
Don't get out of line If you get out of line you get hit with iron (what lil bitch)
You know ima call up iany, a f*ck nigga pull up and try to come slime me
Pull up with thirties we huh huh
Pull up with 30s we deep like we grimey
You stay on the gram that's why you can't find me
Cut off his dreads do him like he dami
Bitch ima crash dummy take yo shit then I leave you dead I tried to do it kindly
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Bitch I'm lil sin, I'm here with iany
That boy taking pills, think we f*cked up his body
Bitch went in the lab like I was bionic
Bitch I'm cooking that shit like I was a scientist
F*ck a drug test, I got lean and weed inside of my piss huh
I told that lil bitch to give me head, she looking at me and then she blew me a kiss
I got money think that she love me
I ran it up with all of my buddies
That bitch said she want some za' for free, lil bitch you not my muddy
I feel invincible with that Glock run up with that Gen 5 you can't touch me
When I started rapping man I was so ugly, now look at me know these hoes wanna f*ck me
Me and lil sin, we spin for the win, big bro finna lose it
Too many bitches they all on my line, they tryna go f*ck I be picking and choosing
Tell that bitch to f*cking wake up
I been pouring lean inside this double cup
New G19 finna double up
And she said that she love me don't give a f*ck
Bitch, sin and iany, spin with lil bro told him get right behind me
F*ck that label tell that lil bitch I'm not signing
Chase a bag and nigga stop all that crying
Hit from the back gotta crying
I told that bitch to stay in her line (bitch bitch)
Don't get out of line If you get out of line you get hit with iron (what lil bitch)
You know ima call up iany, a f*ck nigga pull up and try to come slime me
Pull up with thirties we huh huh
Pull up with 30s we deep like we grimey
You stay on the gram that's why you can't find me
Cut off his dreads do him like he dami
Bitch ima crash dummy take yo shit then I leave you dead I tried to do it kindly
That boy taking pills, think we f*cked up his body
Bitch went in the lab like I was bionic
Bitch I'm cooking that shit like I was a scientist
F*ck a drug test, I got lean and weed inside of my piss huh
I told that lil bitch to give me head, she looking at me and then she blew me a kiss
I got money think that she love me
I ran it up with all of my buddies
That bitch said she want some za' for free, lil bitch you not my muddy
I feel invincible with that Glock run up with that Gen 5 you can't touch me
When I started rapping man I was so ugly, now look at me know these hoes wanna f*ck me
Me and lil sin, we spin for the win, big bro finna lose it
Too many bitches they all on my line, they tryna go f*ck I be picking and choosing
Tell that bitch to f*cking wake up
I been pouring lean inside this double cup
New G19 finna double up
And she said that she love me don't give a f*ck
Bitch, sin and iany, spin with lil bro told him get right behind me
F*ck that label tell that lil bitch I'm not signing
Chase a bag and nigga stop all that crying
Hit from the back gotta crying
I told that bitch to stay in her line (bitch bitch)
Don't get out of line If you get out of line you get hit with iron (what lil bitch)
You know ima call up iany, a f*ck nigga pull up and try to come slime me
Pull up with thirties we huh huh
Pull up with 30s we deep like we grimey
You stay on the gram that's why you can't find me
Cut off his dreads do him like he dami
Bitch ima crash dummy take yo shit then I leave you dead I tried to do it kindly
Writer: Jyssahn Nance, Antonio Gonzales
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid