Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
(star made the beat and I just took it out the oven)
She want a check
She want a friend
Let me go band for band
She took devinci not the proda
Tell me what you really said
Or is you lying know its hypocritical
But I got to live in the relay
You want the intermission
But we aint got time for that
I give you to your boyfriend then come right back
Im f*cking on your ex bitch that you want back
I'm not a shooter but I take 0.5 in back shots
Send it to you then replay the video
On your face
Tell the bitch to smoke a blunt, Roll the paper back up
Tell her that's my bad, Maybe tell her to shut the f*ck up
I dont get you hoe
She dont tell me what
She rips a bong without a thong on
And I'm telling her what the f*ck
Ill just telling my name, That's just all they know
She don't like folding paper, But counting the dough
She like standing on my money, She ain't six feet tall
She swears shes not opium my heart shes been involved
What the f*ck
Hoe hoe hoe
Pull up overdoes you hypocritical
Suicide doors, open the window
Driving SRT's what are you stairing for
I done turned that bitch into a scarecrow
F*ck you really want you aint been letting know
What she meant that I don't really feel though
I don't feel what you f*cking feel hoe
We ain't been the same in a minute
Do you really get it, looking at all these images
Going out embarrassed for your life, you better hit that split
Wick split, hit list, going out for day by day
12 body droping, you might cash, grab an SOK
Go to casino, go on a race, got a gentle in a hurse
Don't know why you rushing, blending us capsizing and you've been us
Wanting to drag race, tell me who to Trust
5 or 17 and I don't think I really give a f*ck
Pull up overdose, you're hypocritical
Suicide doors open the window
Driving SRT's what are you staring for
I done turned this bitch into a
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Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
(star made the beat and I just took it out the oven)
She want a check
She want a friend
Let me go band for band
She took devinci not the proda
Tell me what you really said
Or is you lying know its hypocritical
But I got to live in the relay
You want the intermission
But we aint got time for that
I give you to your boyfriend then come right back
Im f*cking on your ex bitch that you want back
I'm not a shooter but I take 0.5 in back shots
Send it to you then replay the video
On your face
Tell the bitch to smoke a blunt, Roll the paper back up
Tell her that's my bad, Maybe tell her to shut the f*ck up
I dont get you hoe
She dont tell me what
She rips a bong without a thong on
And I'm telling her what the f*ck
Ill just telling my name, That's just all they know
She don't like folding paper, But counting the dough
She like standing on my money, She ain't six feet tall
She swears shes not opium my heart shes been involved
What the f*ck
Hoe hoe hoe
Pull up overdoes you hypocritical
Suicide doors, open the window
Driving SRT's what are you stairing for
I done turned that bitch into a scarecrow
F*ck you really want you aint been letting know
What she meant that I don't really feel though
I don't feel what you f*cking feel hoe
We ain't been the same in a minute
Do you really get it, looking at all these images
Going out embarrassed for your life, you better hit that split
Wick split, hit list, going out for day by day
12 body droping, you might cash, grab an SOK
Go to casino, go on a race, got a gentle in a hurse
Don't know why you rushing, blending us capsizing and you've been us
Wanting to drag race, tell me who to Trust
5 or 17 and I don't think I really give a f*ck
Pull up overdose, you're hypocritical
Suicide doors open the window
Driving SRT's what are you staring for
I done turned this bitch into a
Yeah yeah
(star made the beat and I just took it out the oven)
She want a check
She want a friend
Let me go band for band
She took devinci not the proda
Tell me what you really said
Or is you lying know its hypocritical
But I got to live in the relay
You want the intermission
But we aint got time for that
I give you to your boyfriend then come right back
Im f*cking on your ex bitch that you want back
I'm not a shooter but I take 0.5 in back shots
Send it to you then replay the video
On your face
Tell the bitch to smoke a blunt, Roll the paper back up
Tell her that's my bad, Maybe tell her to shut the f*ck up
I dont get you hoe
She dont tell me what
She rips a bong without a thong on
And I'm telling her what the f*ck
Ill just telling my name, That's just all they know
She don't like folding paper, But counting the dough
She like standing on my money, She ain't six feet tall
She swears shes not opium my heart shes been involved
What the f*ck
Hoe hoe hoe
Pull up overdoes you hypocritical
Suicide doors, open the window
Driving SRT's what are you stairing for
I done turned that bitch into a scarecrow
F*ck you really want you aint been letting know
What she meant that I don't really feel though
I don't feel what you f*cking feel hoe
We ain't been the same in a minute
Do you really get it, looking at all these images
Going out embarrassed for your life, you better hit that split
Wick split, hit list, going out for day by day
12 body droping, you might cash, grab an SOK
Go to casino, go on a race, got a gentle in a hurse
Don't know why you rushing, blending us capsizing and you've been us
Wanting to drag race, tell me who to Trust
5 or 17 and I don't think I really give a f*ck
Pull up overdose, you're hypocritical
Suicide doors open the window
Driving SRT's what are you staring for
I done turned this bitch into a
Writer: Brooks Early
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