You aint talking no pape den miss me
Lo tee coulda bought some Givenchy
I be chilling this 9 defend me
Im jus waiting on niggas to tempt me
Tell me the truth don't spin me
On my dick i just buy her a ten piece
I member them days i was dingy
Now all them hoes wan dickeat
Im prolly high off the sticky
Bubbaly goo i puff and it lift me
She drive the boat she tipsy
Eat me just like a chocolate with jimmies
Neutron with the gadgets
Dickeatin i aint having
Shawty a cute bum i aint tagging
I keep it low naw i aint bragging
Shhhhhh
I hit a lick in my dickies
I hit ya bitch onna low for a quickie
Run up a check to a milly
I hate the joe shit hate when they dickeat
Damn daketa
Hop in a lamb leave em
I make her moana lisa
Give my brodee a slice pizza
Chill dont dickeat
Chasing a bag bag get with me
I stay low give a f*ck bout a nigga
Worry about you dont dickeat
I stay low aint trina be mixy
Try to run up & you catching a wiggy
I got some new sneaks dripped em
I got my own swag i dont dickeat
Stay low
Stay busy
It aint no rap in my city
It aint thurl at all to dickeat
You dont like how i talk then mix me
Dont dickeat
Nigga im not with the joe shit
I aint wit all the bragging and boasting
Im in the trenches posted
Stick to the plan like a post it
She on my dick keep writing me
None of these hoes is wives to me
Might be ya last words choose wisely
We get the drop run down got em
You know I'm fresh I'm minty
My hair needa Comb Diddy
She ride me I'm sucking a titty
They hate first then they dickeat
Players shoot I'm catching and shooting
Money talk you sound confusing
I be fried i stay on some cool shit
Got that water my bitch got the juices
SLIDEEE
Im in the air pods
Skewz me bitch bye
I feel like chicken I'm fried
Chill
Dont dickeat
Wait
Get with me
I hit a lick in my dickies
I hit ya bitch onna low for a quickie
Run up a check to a milly
I hate the joe shit hate when they dickeat
Damn daketa
Hop in a lamb leave em
I make her moana lisa
Give my brodee a slice pizza
Chill dont dickeat
Chasing a bag bag get with me
I stay low give a f*ck bout a nigga
Worry about you dont dickeat
I stay low aint trina be mixy
Try to run up & you catching a wiggy
I got some new sneaks dripped em
I got my own swag i dont dickeat
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You aint talking no pape den miss me
Lo tee coulda bought some Givenchy
I be chilling this 9 defend me
Im jus waiting on niggas to tempt me
Tell me the truth don't spin me
On my dick i just buy her a ten piece
I member them days i was dingy
Now all them hoes wan dickeat
Im prolly high off the sticky
Bubbaly goo i puff and it lift me
She drive the boat she tipsy
Eat me just like a chocolate with jimmies
Neutron with the gadgets
Dickeatin i aint having
Shawty a cute bum i aint tagging
I keep it low naw i aint bragging
Shhhhhh
I hit a lick in my dickies
I hit ya bitch onna low for a quickie
Run up a check to a milly
I hate the joe shit hate when they dickeat
Damn daketa
Hop in a lamb leave em
I make her moana lisa
Give my brodee a slice pizza
Chill dont dickeat
Chasing a bag bag get with me
I stay low give a f*ck bout a nigga
Worry about you dont dickeat
I stay low aint trina be mixy
Try to run up & you catching a wiggy
I got some new sneaks dripped em
I got my own swag i dont dickeat
Stay low
Stay busy
It aint no rap in my city
It aint thurl at all to dickeat
You dont like how i talk then mix me
Dont dickeat
Nigga im not with the joe shit
I aint wit all the bragging and boasting
Im in the trenches posted
Stick to the plan like a post it
She on my dick keep writing me
None of these hoes is wives to me
Might be ya last words choose wisely
We get the drop run down got em
You know I'm fresh I'm minty
My hair needa Comb Diddy
She ride me I'm sucking a titty
They hate first then they dickeat
Players shoot I'm catching and shooting
Money talk you sound confusing
I be fried i stay on some cool shit
Got that water my bitch got the juices
SLIDEEE
Im in the air pods
Skewz me bitch bye
I feel like chicken I'm fried
Chill
Dont dickeat
Wait
Get with me
I hit a lick in my dickies
I hit ya bitch onna low for a quickie
Run up a check to a milly
I hate the joe shit hate when they dickeat
Damn daketa
Hop in a lamb leave em
I make her moana lisa
Give my brodee a slice pizza
Chill dont dickeat
Chasing a bag bag get with me
I stay low give a f*ck bout a nigga
Worry about you dont dickeat
I stay low aint trina be mixy
Try to run up & you catching a wiggy
I got some new sneaks dripped em
I got my own swag i dont dickeat
Lo tee coulda bought some Givenchy
I be chilling this 9 defend me
Im jus waiting on niggas to tempt me
Tell me the truth don't spin me
On my dick i just buy her a ten piece
I member them days i was dingy
Now all them hoes wan dickeat
Im prolly high off the sticky
Bubbaly goo i puff and it lift me
She drive the boat she tipsy
Eat me just like a chocolate with jimmies
Neutron with the gadgets
Dickeatin i aint having
Shawty a cute bum i aint tagging
I keep it low naw i aint bragging
Shhhhhh
I hit a lick in my dickies
I hit ya bitch onna low for a quickie
Run up a check to a milly
I hate the joe shit hate when they dickeat
Damn daketa
Hop in a lamb leave em
I make her moana lisa
Give my brodee a slice pizza
Chill dont dickeat
Chasing a bag bag get with me
I stay low give a f*ck bout a nigga
Worry about you dont dickeat
I stay low aint trina be mixy
Try to run up & you catching a wiggy
I got some new sneaks dripped em
I got my own swag i dont dickeat
Stay low
Stay busy
It aint no rap in my city
It aint thurl at all to dickeat
You dont like how i talk then mix me
Dont dickeat
Nigga im not with the joe shit
I aint wit all the bragging and boasting
Im in the trenches posted
Stick to the plan like a post it
She on my dick keep writing me
None of these hoes is wives to me
Might be ya last words choose wisely
We get the drop run down got em
You know I'm fresh I'm minty
My hair needa Comb Diddy
She ride me I'm sucking a titty
They hate first then they dickeat
Players shoot I'm catching and shooting
Money talk you sound confusing
I be fried i stay on some cool shit
Got that water my bitch got the juices
SLIDEEE
Im in the air pods
Skewz me bitch bye
I feel like chicken I'm fried
Chill
Dont dickeat
Wait
Get with me
I hit a lick in my dickies
I hit ya bitch onna low for a quickie
Run up a check to a milly
I hate the joe shit hate when they dickeat
Damn daketa
Hop in a lamb leave em
I make her moana lisa
Give my brodee a slice pizza
Chill dont dickeat
Chasing a bag bag get with me
I stay low give a f*ck bout a nigga
Worry about you dont dickeat
I stay low aint trina be mixy
Try to run up & you catching a wiggy
I got some new sneaks dripped em
I got my own swag i dont dickeat
Writer: Keyoun Jackson
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