[ Featuring Loe Shimmy ]
Damn Tye you made this bitch too?
What the f*ck got into you
Basskid answer your motherf*ckin phone n***a
Sucka n***a I don't know him
I ain't f*ckin' with him
I love this shit
I brushed it off my shoulder like im jiggin'
I'm gettin high and flexin'
Bitch know I'm a gang member
You bringin' up my name
Hm but we get paid different
Just got a bag of black rubber bands I'm tryna fill em'
Ay f*ck the pop
I'm sippin' this shit raw I'm tryna feel it
That layaway exchange
Man I take that bitch to bentley
That three thousand aint shit
That's just shoppin' for my bitches
Fly her to a island
F*ck her in a villa
I showed that bitch what pivot was
Turned her to the realest
Got eighths out the bathin' ape
Bitch I'm a fresh gorilla
My young bull with that drac drac
In the bushes where you livin'
This shit ain't no play place
Better go find some children
My air force
Smokin' a some
But I'm really killin'
I ain't buyin' that bullshit
But n***s keep tryna sell it
Hit the road no school trip
Traffic paraphernalia
I like when you wear that fly shit
Bae that's so appealin'
And I be stackin' some wild shit
Bout to break the ceilin'
She wanna wake up and see my face
She just gon' keep wishin'
No I don't sip wine bae
But it's purple in my cizzup
Talked to bro from prison
He wish it was different
He never gettin' out but he just happy that I'm livin
I be dreamin' while I be havin' the strap under my pillow
My bitch comin' with that harp
Told you that's my god sister
Dope my brown sizzle
I hit but'll not kiss her
I'm a real certified sinner
I bump and grind with her
Woulda made enough to make a rack
If I was in the projects runnin this
When a bitch cuttin' that beige it look like fear of god essentials
I'm cuttin' off all my hoes
Man I need some large scissors
I hate some clean as sprites
Man I wanna put some lines in em'
I'm ballin' hard I'm gettin faded
I feel like Zion Williamson
I left the store with so much shit they think I'm shopliftin'
I'm like an island
By the wave I'm surrounded
I still be vouchin'
Cause I know them n****s lying
They throwin shade
But it still won't stop my brightness
The streets ain't for you n***a
Better go work at Chrysler
You don't wanna cop
You just wanna ask about the prices
Boy we on your ass
Better have some taxes for survival
Shout out my hard as circle
We think you is a cabinet full of triangles
And just when shit don't work
I'm right back trappin' fetty wappin'
I wanna pour some red
This bitch want red lobster
I ain't even feelin' sick
I just need a head doctor
The switch gon' make that bitch spit
Like it was eatin' sunflowers
I know you can't send no bus
N***a you ain't got the man power
Sicko Ian Connor
Don't talk I been bout it
Bitch told me I could nut in her
And she gon piss it out
Killin' rap n***s I just need a teardrop
[End]
