Bad hoe come with a plan, nah, I can't do that, that's on god (yea that's on god)
She tryna set me up cause she seen me with different broads (different broads)
They tryna snatch my neck off, can't reach me when I boot up to god (boot up to god)
He a Ja Morant with that Glock, yeah he ain't shooting opps (let's go)
I pour the drank to get high, my brother poppin' xanax bars (xanax bars)
I jus' flew out of LAX to Dallas, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Soon as you get tired of him and his benz, come hop in this double r (double r)
Take you around the world, do what you want to do yea hope you on par
Yeah
She want to come back to the crib, like, oh my god
Yah
Bad li bitch, she drinkin' my kids, like oh my lord
Hop in the AMG; I'm way too high, forgot how to drop the top
Cullinan got Forgiato's on it, yeah I'm with stars
UAV got a drop up on that boy (woah)
1 more pill, I take it to enjoy it
He sippin' fake drank, he finna' throw up
When I buy my drank, I make sure it ain' buoyant
He tryna' beef with me; I guess that is good
Yeah, he think that I'm important
He tryna sell me drop, I know he ain' clean
I know that boy an informant
Ya' boyfriend a chameleon, he sippin' on green (green)
I'm sippin' purp for performance (purp)
Damn hoe, I got these rack, they ain' for ya Shein
Get ya bag up in motion (ha)
I'm with JD; he pourin' that yellow, no green
I'm mixing up that potion (yeah yeah)
She ain' ever gon' believe what I had seen (I had seen)
I done seen some hoe shit
Take em' to the cemetery, take em' to the Haunted Mound
Hop in AMG Mercedes, blow a hunnid' rounds
Choppa sing like Katy Perry, aim it at his crown
Blow on the za out the pound on the daily, puffin' out the brown
Bae want to f*ck in the back of the Rolls Royce truck
Yeah
Brand new bills, I'm having difficulty countin' all these racks
They getting stuck
I'm in the back of the double R with a slut
She off a perc, yeah she getting f*cked up
Freaky ass hoe in the back of the Uber truck
All of us sticked up, driver got the Ruger tucked
Bad hoe come with a plan, nah, I can't do that, that's on god (yea that's on god)
She tryna set me up cause she seen me with different broads (different broads)
They tryna snatch my neck off, can't reach me when I boot up to god (boot up to god)
He a Ja Morant with that Glock, yeah he ain't shooting opps (let's go)
I pour the drank to get high, my brother poppin' xanax bars (xanax bars)
I jus' flew out of LAX to Dallas, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Soon as you get tired of him and his benz, come hop in this double r (double r)
Take you around the world, do what you want to do yea hope you on par
Yeah
She want to come back to the crib, like, oh my god
Yah
Bad li bitch, she drinkin' my kids, like oh my lord
Hop in the AMG; I'm way too high, forgot how to drop the top
Cullinan got Forgiato's on it, yeah I'm with stars
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Bad hoe come with a plan, nah, I can't do that, that's on god (yea that's on god)
She tryna set me up cause she seen me with different broads (different broads)
They tryna snatch my neck off, can't reach me when I boot up to god (boot up to god)
He a Ja Morant with that Glock, yeah he ain't shooting opps (let's go)
I pour the drank to get high, my brother poppin' xanax bars (xanax bars)
I jus' flew out of LAX to Dallas, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Soon as you get tired of him and his benz, come hop in this double r (double r)
Take you around the world, do what you want to do yea hope you on par
Yeah
She want to come back to the crib, like, oh my god
Yah
Bad li bitch, she drinkin' my kids, like oh my lord
Hop in the AMG; I'm way too high, forgot how to drop the top
Cullinan got Forgiato's on it, yeah I'm with stars
UAV got a drop up on that boy (woah)
1 more pill, I take it to enjoy it
He sippin' fake drank, he finna' throw up
When I buy my drank, I make sure it ain' buoyant
He tryna' beef with me; I guess that is good
Yeah, he think that I'm important
He tryna sell me drop, I know he ain' clean
I know that boy an informant
Ya' boyfriend a chameleon, he sippin' on green (green)
I'm sippin' purp for performance (purp)
Damn hoe, I got these rack, they ain' for ya Shein
Get ya bag up in motion (ha)
I'm with JD; he pourin' that yellow, no green
I'm mixing up that potion (yeah yeah)
She ain' ever gon' believe what I had seen (I had seen)
I done seen some hoe shit
Take em' to the cemetery, take em' to the Haunted Mound
Hop in AMG Mercedes, blow a hunnid' rounds
Choppa sing like Katy Perry, aim it at his crown
Blow on the za out the pound on the daily, puffin' out the brown
Bae want to f*ck in the back of the Rolls Royce truck
Yeah
Brand new bills, I'm having difficulty countin' all these racks
They getting stuck
I'm in the back of the double R with a slut
She off a perc, yeah she getting f*cked up
Freaky ass hoe in the back of the Uber truck
All of us sticked up, driver got the Ruger tucked
Bad hoe come with a plan, nah, I can't do that, that's on god (yea that's on god)
She tryna set me up cause she seen me with different broads (different broads)
They tryna snatch my neck off, can't reach me when I boot up to god (boot up to god)
He a Ja Morant with that Glock, yeah he ain't shooting opps (let's go)
I pour the drank to get high, my brother poppin' xanax bars (xanax bars)
I jus' flew out of LAX to Dallas, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Soon as you get tired of him and his benz, come hop in this double r (double r)
Take you around the world, do what you want to do yea hope you on par
Yeah
She want to come back to the crib, like, oh my god
Yah
Bad li bitch, she drinkin' my kids, like oh my lord
Hop in the AMG; I'm way too high, forgot how to drop the top
Cullinan got Forgiato's on it, yeah I'm with stars
She tryna set me up cause she seen me with different broads (different broads)
They tryna snatch my neck off, can't reach me when I boot up to god (boot up to god)
He a Ja Morant with that Glock, yeah he ain't shooting opps (let's go)
I pour the drank to get high, my brother poppin' xanax bars (xanax bars)
I jus' flew out of LAX to Dallas, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Soon as you get tired of him and his benz, come hop in this double r (double r)
Take you around the world, do what you want to do yea hope you on par
Yeah
She want to come back to the crib, like, oh my god
Yah
Bad li bitch, she drinkin' my kids, like oh my lord
Hop in the AMG; I'm way too high, forgot how to drop the top
Cullinan got Forgiato's on it, yeah I'm with stars
UAV got a drop up on that boy (woah)
1 more pill, I take it to enjoy it
He sippin' fake drank, he finna' throw up
When I buy my drank, I make sure it ain' buoyant
He tryna' beef with me; I guess that is good
Yeah, he think that I'm important
He tryna sell me drop, I know he ain' clean
I know that boy an informant
Ya' boyfriend a chameleon, he sippin' on green (green)
I'm sippin' purp for performance (purp)
Damn hoe, I got these rack, they ain' for ya Shein
Get ya bag up in motion (ha)
I'm with JD; he pourin' that yellow, no green
I'm mixing up that potion (yeah yeah)
She ain' ever gon' believe what I had seen (I had seen)
I done seen some hoe shit
Take em' to the cemetery, take em' to the Haunted Mound
Hop in AMG Mercedes, blow a hunnid' rounds
Choppa sing like Katy Perry, aim it at his crown
Blow on the za out the pound on the daily, puffin' out the brown
Bae want to f*ck in the back of the Rolls Royce truck
Yeah
Brand new bills, I'm having difficulty countin' all these racks
They getting stuck
I'm in the back of the double R with a slut
She off a perc, yeah she getting f*cked up
Freaky ass hoe in the back of the Uber truck
All of us sticked up, driver got the Ruger tucked
Bad hoe come with a plan, nah, I can't do that, that's on god (yea that's on god)
She tryna set me up cause she seen me with different broads (different broads)
They tryna snatch my neck off, can't reach me when I boot up to god (boot up to god)
He a Ja Morant with that Glock, yeah he ain't shooting opps (let's go)
I pour the drank to get high, my brother poppin' xanax bars (xanax bars)
I jus' flew out of LAX to Dallas, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Soon as you get tired of him and his benz, come hop in this double r (double r)
Take you around the world, do what you want to do yea hope you on par
Yeah
She want to come back to the crib, like, oh my god
Yah
Bad li bitch, she drinkin' my kids, like oh my lord
Hop in the AMG; I'm way too high, forgot how to drop the top
Cullinan got Forgiato's on it, yeah I'm with stars
Writer: luh wocki
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