YBK shit, nigga know what the f*ck going on
Alright, put a nigga in the wood, I'm finna blaze him up
Dumb bitch keep tryna talk crazy, never gave a f*ck
Paid a bitch to roll the gas up, I'm finna face a blunt
Told the bitch I might not be for it, so we breakin' up
DYG the real money team, come get paid with us
Big chopper, give his ass a splinter or a paper cut
Slyin' down market in a Kia, police chasin' us
Dumb bitch had made me pop her, nigga, he a eighth of runtz
Dove head first in the streets, ain't no savin' us
Silly hoe was tryna get a Uber, made her take the bus
Fap Fap bullets, facing niggas leavin' razor bumps
Ask about them one, lil' niggas try to play with us
Thick short, light lil' bitch, got the face and all
With another freak on my line, suck me through my drawls
I ain't really tryin' when I rap, but I'm takin' off
Nigga shot six and he miss, he done faced the wall
Alright hop back on this bitch, gotta talk my shit
Glock comin' with a Magic Johnson, I'm not gon' miss
And I'm smokin' on them niggas' deads, man, they rest in piss
Shot twelve bullets at the car, ride and pop the whip
Now I'm dippin', bitch, I'm finna clear the scene
Drop eight on that nigga head and get him gone by three
Left his short nigga stankin' in the grass, now he six feet
Brody out here thuggin' in the trap, bitch, he's big merch
I'm a lover boy, but I'm a street nigga
Every day I'm thinkin' bout you, I just wanna be with you
I take the time out my day just to talk to you
Let me take you out on a lil' date or a walk with me
I'm a boss, baby girl, let me treat you right
Let me take you on a private island on a private flight
Rose petals all over the bed, cause we gon' f*ck tonight
Bitch, screen TV, baby, yeah, we livin' life
Put a nigga in the wood, I'm finna blaze him up
Dumb bitch keep tryna talk crazy, never gave a f*ck
Pay the bitch to roll the gas up, I'm finna face a blunt
Told the bitch I might not be for her, so we breakin' up
D-Y-G the real money team, come get paid with us
Big chopper, give his ass a splinter or a paper cut
Slidin' down market in a Kia, police chasin' us
Dumb bitch had made me pop her, nigga, he a eighth of runtz
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YBK shit, nigga know what the f*ck going on
Alright, put a nigga in the wood, I'm finna blaze him up
Dumb bitch keep tryna talk crazy, never gave a f*ck
Paid a bitch to roll the gas up, I'm finna face a blunt
Told the bitch I might not be for it, so we breakin' up
DYG the real money team, come get paid with us
Big chopper, give his ass a splinter or a paper cut
Slyin' down market in a Kia, police chasin' us
Dumb bitch had made me pop her, nigga, he a eighth of runtz
Dove head first in the streets, ain't no savin' us
Silly hoe was tryna get a Uber, made her take the bus
Fap Fap bullets, facing niggas leavin' razor bumps
Ask about them one, lil' niggas try to play with us
Thick short, light lil' bitch, got the face and all
With another freak on my line, suck me through my drawls
I ain't really tryin' when I rap, but I'm takin' off
Nigga shot six and he miss, he done faced the wall
Alright hop back on this bitch, gotta talk my shit
Glock comin' with a Magic Johnson, I'm not gon' miss
And I'm smokin' on them niggas' deads, man, they rest in piss
Shot twelve bullets at the car, ride and pop the whip
Now I'm dippin', bitch, I'm finna clear the scene
Drop eight on that nigga head and get him gone by three
Left his short nigga stankin' in the grass, now he six feet
Brody out here thuggin' in the trap, bitch, he's big merch
I'm a lover boy, but I'm a street nigga
Every day I'm thinkin' bout you, I just wanna be with you
I take the time out my day just to talk to you
Let me take you out on a lil' date or a walk with me
I'm a boss, baby girl, let me treat you right
Let me take you on a private island on a private flight
Rose petals all over the bed, cause we gon' f*ck tonight
Bitch, screen TV, baby, yeah, we livin' life
Put a nigga in the wood, I'm finna blaze him up
Dumb bitch keep tryna talk crazy, never gave a f*ck
Pay the bitch to roll the gas up, I'm finna face a blunt
Told the bitch I might not be for her, so we breakin' up
D-Y-G the real money team, come get paid with us
Big chopper, give his ass a splinter or a paper cut
Slidin' down market in a Kia, police chasin' us
Dumb bitch had made me pop her, nigga, he a eighth of runtz
Alright, put a nigga in the wood, I'm finna blaze him up
Dumb bitch keep tryna talk crazy, never gave a f*ck
Paid a bitch to roll the gas up, I'm finna face a blunt
Told the bitch I might not be for it, so we breakin' up
DYG the real money team, come get paid with us
Big chopper, give his ass a splinter or a paper cut
Slyin' down market in a Kia, police chasin' us
Dumb bitch had made me pop her, nigga, he a eighth of runtz
Dove head first in the streets, ain't no savin' us
Silly hoe was tryna get a Uber, made her take the bus
Fap Fap bullets, facing niggas leavin' razor bumps
Ask about them one, lil' niggas try to play with us
Thick short, light lil' bitch, got the face and all
With another freak on my line, suck me through my drawls
I ain't really tryin' when I rap, but I'm takin' off
Nigga shot six and he miss, he done faced the wall
Alright hop back on this bitch, gotta talk my shit
Glock comin' with a Magic Johnson, I'm not gon' miss
And I'm smokin' on them niggas' deads, man, they rest in piss
Shot twelve bullets at the car, ride and pop the whip
Now I'm dippin', bitch, I'm finna clear the scene
Drop eight on that nigga head and get him gone by three
Left his short nigga stankin' in the grass, now he six feet
Brody out here thuggin' in the trap, bitch, he's big merch
I'm a lover boy, but I'm a street nigga
Every day I'm thinkin' bout you, I just wanna be with you
I take the time out my day just to talk to you
Let me take you out on a lil' date or a walk with me
I'm a boss, baby girl, let me treat you right
Let me take you on a private island on a private flight
Rose petals all over the bed, cause we gon' f*ck tonight
Bitch, screen TV, baby, yeah, we livin' life
Put a nigga in the wood, I'm finna blaze him up
Dumb bitch keep tryna talk crazy, never gave a f*ck
Pay the bitch to roll the gas up, I'm finna face a blunt
Told the bitch I might not be for her, so we breakin' up
D-Y-G the real money team, come get paid with us
Big chopper, give his ass a splinter or a paper cut
Slidin' down market in a Kia, police chasin' us
Dumb bitch had made me pop her, nigga, he a eighth of runtz
Writer: Justyn Edwards
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