Sin!
Get up bitch
Get up with me
Huh yo, you know where I be
Oh bitch I hop out the jeep
I got diamonds on me shit elite
You a kid you needa stay out the streets
Huh yo, my niggas control and delete
That nigga he better not reach, if he do that nigga get put on a tee
Like a cross
If I tell her take her clothes off, she go take them off
Why these niggas be talking on net, whole time these pussy niggas really soft
I got more bread than y'all broke ass niggas, yall niggas still talk to y'all boss
Momma said"just let it dissolve"
But look at the problem these broke niggas caused
Look at the problem these broke niggas
Yo, huh look at the problem these broke niggas caused, huh caused
I'm counting bread inside of the bathroom stalls
They must've forgot I keep Glock in my draws, these niggas they just wanna talk
Whole time these niggas be talking on net, these niggas they don't wanna brawl
Know Billy's who spin shit up, I ain't doing this shit I can't argue with y'all
Know my last bitch, she sad bitch, okay be sad ho
I been up inside these shit, count bread inside my studio
Hole inside his head, he ate that hollow tip like Cheerio
Walk down with five, I face your ass on live, like f*ck your video
Pretty bad bitch
Okay like you get ratchet
She hop on dick like rabbit
Okay I got some problems
I got hella dollars
Got hella bills that shit won't fit my wallet
I can't compare my bank with y'all, cause y'all bankroll the smallest
Get up bitch
Get up with me
Huh yo, you know where I be
Oh bitch I hop out the jeep
I got diamonds on me shit elite
You a kid you needa stay out the streets
Huh yo, my niggas control and delete
That nigga he better not reach, if he do that nigga get put on a tee
Huh alright okay
Huh yea
Cartier on my wrist okay
Carti on my bitch okay
Put Carti on my ho
Yo
Huh Cartier on my wrist okay
Put Carti on my bitch
These niggas mad because they broke (sin)
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Sin!
Get up bitch
Get up with me
Huh yo, you know where I be
Oh bitch I hop out the jeep
I got diamonds on me shit elite
You a kid you needa stay out the streets
Huh yo, my niggas control and delete
That nigga he better not reach, if he do that nigga get put on a tee
Like a cross
If I tell her take her clothes off, she go take them off
Why these niggas be talking on net, whole time these pussy niggas really soft
I got more bread than y'all broke ass niggas, yall niggas still talk to y'all boss
Momma said"just let it dissolve"
But look at the problem these broke niggas caused
Look at the problem these broke niggas
Yo, huh look at the problem these broke niggas caused, huh caused
I'm counting bread inside of the bathroom stalls
They must've forgot I keep Glock in my draws, these niggas they just wanna talk
Whole time these niggas be talking on net, these niggas they don't wanna brawl
Know Billy's who spin shit up, I ain't doing this shit I can't argue with y'all
Know my last bitch, she sad bitch, okay be sad ho
I been up inside these shit, count bread inside my studio
Hole inside his head, he ate that hollow tip like Cheerio
Walk down with five, I face your ass on live, like f*ck your video
Pretty bad bitch
Okay like you get ratchet
She hop on dick like rabbit
Okay I got some problems
I got hella dollars
Got hella bills that shit won't fit my wallet
I can't compare my bank with y'all, cause y'all bankroll the smallest
Get up bitch
Get up with me
Huh yo, you know where I be
Oh bitch I hop out the jeep
I got diamonds on me shit elite
You a kid you needa stay out the streets
Huh yo, my niggas control and delete
That nigga he better not reach, if he do that nigga get put on a tee
Huh alright okay
Huh yea
Cartier on my wrist okay
Carti on my bitch okay
Put Carti on my ho
Yo
Huh Cartier on my wrist okay
Put Carti on my bitch
These niggas mad because they broke (sin)
Get up bitch
Get up with me
Huh yo, you know where I be
Oh bitch I hop out the jeep
I got diamonds on me shit elite
You a kid you needa stay out the streets
Huh yo, my niggas control and delete
That nigga he better not reach, if he do that nigga get put on a tee
Like a cross
If I tell her take her clothes off, she go take them off
Why these niggas be talking on net, whole time these pussy niggas really soft
I got more bread than y'all broke ass niggas, yall niggas still talk to y'all boss
Momma said"just let it dissolve"
But look at the problem these broke niggas caused
Look at the problem these broke niggas
Yo, huh look at the problem these broke niggas caused, huh caused
I'm counting bread inside of the bathroom stalls
They must've forgot I keep Glock in my draws, these niggas they just wanna talk
Whole time these niggas be talking on net, these niggas they don't wanna brawl
Know Billy's who spin shit up, I ain't doing this shit I can't argue with y'all
Know my last bitch, she sad bitch, okay be sad ho
I been up inside these shit, count bread inside my studio
Hole inside his head, he ate that hollow tip like Cheerio
Walk down with five, I face your ass on live, like f*ck your video
Pretty bad bitch
Okay like you get ratchet
She hop on dick like rabbit
Okay I got some problems
I got hella dollars
Got hella bills that shit won't fit my wallet
I can't compare my bank with y'all, cause y'all bankroll the smallest
Get up bitch
Get up with me
Huh yo, you know where I be
Oh bitch I hop out the jeep
I got diamonds on me shit elite
You a kid you needa stay out the streets
Huh yo, my niggas control and delete
That nigga he better not reach, if he do that nigga get put on a tee
Huh alright okay
Huh yea
Cartier on my wrist okay
Carti on my bitch okay
Put Carti on my ho
Yo
Huh Cartier on my wrist okay
Put Carti on my bitch
These niggas mad because they broke (sin)
Writer: Jyssahn Nance
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