Yeah, let me go pop my shit
Came in dis bitch wit my twin
Yeah we get fly as shit
I'm with Lil Bry and Lil Nine, in the stu' we makin fye and shit
I had to tell that lil bitch
No I ain't buying you shit, yeah
It's almost Halloween, so this hoe must think that I'm a trick
Had to tell that hoe that Trix are for kids
Balling hard, they tryna' copy my sigs
Tryna' take over, man I can't even miss
Yeah, all these hating ass niggas ride dick
My shooter came tac' with that switch
I'm riding round with five% on my tint
He want smoke with us yeah he better enlist
Cause you gon' need heavy ar-till-ery
Your hoe eat my dick like a delicacy
Getting harder to name niggas better then me
Got the Rick pants, with the Vetements tee
This hoe tryna' trap me with a pregnancy
My ex want me back, she begging me
I'm smoking za, I'm high off tree
In da garden bitch, just like Adam and Eve
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And this hoe f*ck it up, f*ck it up
This hoe say I keep f*cking up, f*cking up
And my shooter gonna' keep bugging up, bucking them
Hella' hoes in the function, but I ain't cuffing them
I don't f*ck with cuffing, I ain't police
In the field nigga like a goalie
In the field, I might just cop more cleats
Getting cold might cop me a Moncleez
Feel like Lil Boat, smoking broccoli
This hoe eat my shrimp like hibachi
And these niggas flows wishy washy
Niggas see me, and then they copy
I'm the big captain I feel like kenpachi
If you ain't talking about bread then you lost me
All of these niggas they mad they can't top me
Why he tryna' run now
Bitch I'm tryna pipe up
I ain't tryna' pipe down
Think he killing my vibe
Think you gotta' get out
Yeah, I'm getting hella' high
Yeah, I got the large amounts
Think you gotta' get down on your knees, S-U-C-K
Yeah I'm makin fye up on the beat like I'm Ckaine
I don't know why this hoe still with me, what you see in me
Yeah, leave me you gon' see, you gon' see one day
Yeah, let me go pop my shit
Came in dis bitch wit my twin
Yeah we get fly as shit
I'm with Lil Bry and Lil Nine, in the stu' we makin fye and shit
I had to tell that lil bitch
No I ain't buying you shit, yeah
It's almost Halloween, so this hoe must think that I'm a trick
Had to tell that hoe that Trix are for kids
Balling hard, they tryna' copy my sigs
Tryna' take over, man I can't even miss
Yeah, all these hating ass niggas ride dick
My shooter came tac' with that switch
I'm riding round with five% on my tint
He want smoke with us yeah he better enlist
Cause you gon' need heavy ar-till-ery
Your hoe eat my dick like a delicacy
Getting harder to name niggas better then me
Got the Rick pants, with the Vetements tee
This hoe tryna' trap me with a pregnancy
My ex want me back, she begging me
I'm smoking za, I'm high off tree
In da garden bitch, just like Adam and Eve
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Yeah, let me go pop my shit
Came in dis bitch wit my twin
Yeah we get fly as shit
I'm with Lil Bry and Lil Nine, in the stu' we makin fye and shit
I had to tell that lil bitch
No I ain't buying you shit, yeah
It's almost Halloween, so this hoe must think that I'm a trick
Had to tell that hoe that Trix are for kids
Balling hard, they tryna' copy my sigs
Tryna' take over, man I can't even miss
Yeah, all these hating ass niggas ride dick
My shooter came tac' with that switch
I'm riding round with five% on my tint
He want smoke with us yeah he better enlist
Cause you gon' need heavy ar-till-ery
Your hoe eat my dick like a delicacy
Getting harder to name niggas better then me
Got the Rick pants, with the Vetements tee
This hoe tryna' trap me with a pregnancy
My ex want me back, she begging me
I'm smoking za, I'm high off tree
In da garden bitch, just like Adam and Eve
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And this hoe f*ck it up, f*ck it up
This hoe say I keep f*cking up, f*cking up
And my shooter gonna' keep bugging up, bucking them
Hella' hoes in the function, but I ain't cuffing them
I don't f*ck with cuffing, I ain't police
In the field nigga like a goalie
In the field, I might just cop more cleats
Getting cold might cop me a Moncleez
Feel like Lil Boat, smoking broccoli
This hoe eat my shrimp like hibachi
And these niggas flows wishy washy
Niggas see me, and then they copy
I'm the big captain I feel like kenpachi
If you ain't talking about bread then you lost me
All of these niggas they mad they can't top me
Why he tryna' run now
Bitch I'm tryna pipe up
I ain't tryna' pipe down
Think he killing my vibe
Think you gotta' get out
Yeah, I'm getting hella' high
Yeah, I got the large amounts
Think you gotta' get down on your knees, S-U-C-K
Yeah I'm makin fye up on the beat like I'm Ckaine
I don't know why this hoe still with me, what you see in me
Yeah, leave me you gon' see, you gon' see one day
Yeah, let me go pop my shit
Came in dis bitch wit my twin
Yeah we get fly as shit
I'm with Lil Bry and Lil Nine, in the stu' we makin fye and shit
I had to tell that lil bitch
No I ain't buying you shit, yeah
It's almost Halloween, so this hoe must think that I'm a trick
Had to tell that hoe that Trix are for kids
Balling hard, they tryna' copy my sigs
Tryna' take over, man I can't even miss
Yeah, all these hating ass niggas ride dick
My shooter came tac' with that switch
I'm riding round with five% on my tint
He want smoke with us yeah he better enlist
Cause you gon' need heavy ar-till-ery
Your hoe eat my dick like a delicacy
Getting harder to name niggas better then me
Got the Rick pants, with the Vetements tee
This hoe tryna' trap me with a pregnancy
My ex want me back, she begging me
I'm smoking za, I'm high off tree
In da garden bitch, just like Adam and Eve
Came in dis bitch wit my twin
Yeah we get fly as shit
I'm with Lil Bry and Lil Nine, in the stu' we makin fye and shit
I had to tell that lil bitch
No I ain't buying you shit, yeah
It's almost Halloween, so this hoe must think that I'm a trick
Had to tell that hoe that Trix are for kids
Balling hard, they tryna' copy my sigs
Tryna' take over, man I can't even miss
Yeah, all these hating ass niggas ride dick
My shooter came tac' with that switch
I'm riding round with five% on my tint
He want smoke with us yeah he better enlist
Cause you gon' need heavy ar-till-ery
Your hoe eat my dick like a delicacy
Getting harder to name niggas better then me
Got the Rick pants, with the Vetements tee
This hoe tryna' trap me with a pregnancy
My ex want me back, she begging me
I'm smoking za, I'm high off tree
In da garden bitch, just like Adam and Eve
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And this hoe f*ck it up, f*ck it up
This hoe say I keep f*cking up, f*cking up
And my shooter gonna' keep bugging up, bucking them
Hella' hoes in the function, but I ain't cuffing them
I don't f*ck with cuffing, I ain't police
In the field nigga like a goalie
In the field, I might just cop more cleats
Getting cold might cop me a Moncleez
Feel like Lil Boat, smoking broccoli
This hoe eat my shrimp like hibachi
And these niggas flows wishy washy
Niggas see me, and then they copy
I'm the big captain I feel like kenpachi
If you ain't talking about bread then you lost me
All of these niggas they mad they can't top me
Why he tryna' run now
Bitch I'm tryna pipe up
I ain't tryna' pipe down
Think he killing my vibe
Think you gotta' get out
Yeah, I'm getting hella' high
Yeah, I got the large amounts
Think you gotta' get down on your knees, S-U-C-K
Yeah I'm makin fye up on the beat like I'm Ckaine
I don't know why this hoe still with me, what you see in me
Yeah, leave me you gon' see, you gon' see one day
Yeah, let me go pop my shit
Came in dis bitch wit my twin
Yeah we get fly as shit
I'm with Lil Bry and Lil Nine, in the stu' we makin fye and shit
I had to tell that lil bitch
No I ain't buying you shit, yeah
It's almost Halloween, so this hoe must think that I'm a trick
Had to tell that hoe that Trix are for kids
Balling hard, they tryna' copy my sigs
Tryna' take over, man I can't even miss
Yeah, all these hating ass niggas ride dick
My shooter came tac' with that switch
I'm riding round with five% on my tint
He want smoke with us yeah he better enlist
Cause you gon' need heavy ar-till-ery
Your hoe eat my dick like a delicacy
Getting harder to name niggas better then me
Got the Rick pants, with the Vetements tee
This hoe tryna' trap me with a pregnancy
My ex want me back, she begging me
I'm smoking za, I'm high off tree
In da garden bitch, just like Adam and Eve
Writer: Bryalle Gordon, Joseph Njoroge
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