Yop, huh, bitch, Yop, huh, bitch, 3MW, huh, huh
Pop a bean and I get pumped up Yo bitch off the casa at 5am and she's still f*cked up
I can't f*ck that hoe, that pussy smellin' like a dump truck
And my f*ckin' plug out the country where the runts, bruh
That bitch gon' shake her ass, she a rump shaker
I ain't worried bout lil' bro with Glocks, he a pump faker
F*ck your bitch and have her breathin' hard like Darth Vader
J. Cole, she don't wanna be saved then I won't save her
Cause she got no role models
We takin' shots and she tryna drink up out the whole bottle
Looked up right up at her and I told lil shorty, chill
Woah, young lady, slow your roll, you goin' full throttle
I hop up out the crib, that shit look like GTA
I'm tryna test her brain power like SBA
I'm makin' thunder on your block like SGA
Her body count like a high score on the STA
I messed up, I meant SATs
Her high score, her body count, she got STDs
Double five, six, modern warfare like STB
When I send them shots, you better duck like FBG
This white bitch ain't f*ck me cause I'm a negro
Lil' bro, a midget, he still waitin' on that knee growth
I present this Glock to his face like the keynote
Everyone know I'm a bossman, call me D-Lo
You know I do this shit every day
A hundred reasons we could get some pape you ain't pick a way
Hit the closet and I can't decide what's the fit today
This big girl cut me in line like you in my way
Like sir may I get by
How you got no money and still find a way to get high
Brand new fit on IG, you still askin' if I get fly
I'm from Montana just like French, boy, don't get fried
Sike, nah, lil' hoe, I stay in CT
How you want designer, you ain't even buy me VC
Lil' bro, fat as hell, he keep on askin' about some PC
Mermaid Man, with the Chanel belt, double CC
I put a green light on your head just like 2K
Bitch, I'm outta Cali swaggin' out, rockin' Blue Js
Or I'm in Toronto playin' baseball with the Blue Jays
I ain't even got a trip, now cause my team been paid
On instrumentals know I keep blowin
This shit off the top, I feel like Agua cuz I keep flowin
F*cking for a hour, she done asked me how I keep goin
He said that he wanna go band for band, so I'ma keep showin
So you know I'm pullin' racks out
My team cards the way I'm movin' packs out
She want me nut up in the pussy, gotta back out
He told me he All-en, so I gotta pull them stacks out
Ha, if you know, you know, Margella reps
On my feet got painted toes
Your whole squad movin' gay, you got painted bros
Picasso with your bitch, face how I paint your hoe
Bitch
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Yop, huh, bitch, Yop, huh, bitch, 3MW, huh, huh
Pop a bean and I get pumped up Yo bitch off the casa at 5am and she's still f*cked up
I can't f*ck that hoe, that pussy smellin' like a dump truck
And my f*ckin' plug out the country where the runts, bruh
That bitch gon' shake her ass, she a rump shaker
I ain't worried bout lil' bro with Glocks, he a pump faker
F*ck your bitch and have her breathin' hard like Darth Vader
J. Cole, she don't wanna be saved then I won't save her
Cause she got no role models
We takin' shots and she tryna drink up out the whole bottle
Looked up right up at her and I told lil shorty, chill
Woah, young lady, slow your roll, you goin' full throttle
I hop up out the crib, that shit look like GTA
I'm tryna test her brain power like SBA
I'm makin' thunder on your block like SGA
Her body count like a high score on the STA
I messed up, I meant SATs
Her high score, her body count, she got STDs
Double five, six, modern warfare like STB
When I send them shots, you better duck like FBG
This white bitch ain't f*ck me cause I'm a negro
Lil' bro, a midget, he still waitin' on that knee growth
I present this Glock to his face like the keynote
Everyone know I'm a bossman, call me D-Lo
You know I do this shit every day
A hundred reasons we could get some pape you ain't pick a way
Hit the closet and I can't decide what's the fit today
This big girl cut me in line like you in my way
Like sir may I get by
How you got no money and still find a way to get high
Brand new fit on IG, you still askin' if I get fly
I'm from Montana just like French, boy, don't get fried
Sike, nah, lil' hoe, I stay in CT
How you want designer, you ain't even buy me VC
Lil' bro, fat as hell, he keep on askin' about some PC
Mermaid Man, with the Chanel belt, double CC
I put a green light on your head just like 2K
Bitch, I'm outta Cali swaggin' out, rockin' Blue Js
Or I'm in Toronto playin' baseball with the Blue Jays
I ain't even got a trip, now cause my team been paid
On instrumentals know I keep blowin
This shit off the top, I feel like Agua cuz I keep flowin
F*cking for a hour, she done asked me how I keep goin
He said that he wanna go band for band, so I'ma keep showin
So you know I'm pullin' racks out
My team cards the way I'm movin' packs out
She want me nut up in the pussy, gotta back out
He told me he All-en, so I gotta pull them stacks out
Ha, if you know, you know, Margella reps
On my feet got painted toes
Your whole squad movin' gay, you got painted bros
Picasso with your bitch, face how I paint your hoe
Bitch
Pop a bean and I get pumped up Yo bitch off the casa at 5am and she's still f*cked up
I can't f*ck that hoe, that pussy smellin' like a dump truck
And my f*ckin' plug out the country where the runts, bruh
That bitch gon' shake her ass, she a rump shaker
I ain't worried bout lil' bro with Glocks, he a pump faker
F*ck your bitch and have her breathin' hard like Darth Vader
J. Cole, she don't wanna be saved then I won't save her
Cause she got no role models
We takin' shots and she tryna drink up out the whole bottle
Looked up right up at her and I told lil shorty, chill
Woah, young lady, slow your roll, you goin' full throttle
I hop up out the crib, that shit look like GTA
I'm tryna test her brain power like SBA
I'm makin' thunder on your block like SGA
Her body count like a high score on the STA
I messed up, I meant SATs
Her high score, her body count, she got STDs
Double five, six, modern warfare like STB
When I send them shots, you better duck like FBG
This white bitch ain't f*ck me cause I'm a negro
Lil' bro, a midget, he still waitin' on that knee growth
I present this Glock to his face like the keynote
Everyone know I'm a bossman, call me D-Lo
You know I do this shit every day
A hundred reasons we could get some pape you ain't pick a way
Hit the closet and I can't decide what's the fit today
This big girl cut me in line like you in my way
Like sir may I get by
How you got no money and still find a way to get high
Brand new fit on IG, you still askin' if I get fly
I'm from Montana just like French, boy, don't get fried
Sike, nah, lil' hoe, I stay in CT
How you want designer, you ain't even buy me VC
Lil' bro, fat as hell, he keep on askin' about some PC
Mermaid Man, with the Chanel belt, double CC
I put a green light on your head just like 2K
Bitch, I'm outta Cali swaggin' out, rockin' Blue Js
Or I'm in Toronto playin' baseball with the Blue Jays
I ain't even got a trip, now cause my team been paid
On instrumentals know I keep blowin
This shit off the top, I feel like Agua cuz I keep flowin
F*cking for a hour, she done asked me how I keep goin
He said that he wanna go band for band, so I'ma keep showin
So you know I'm pullin' racks out
My team cards the way I'm movin' packs out
She want me nut up in the pussy, gotta back out
He told me he All-en, so I gotta pull them stacks out
Ha, if you know, you know, Margella reps
On my feet got painted toes
Your whole squad movin' gay, you got painted bros
Picasso with your bitch, face how I paint your hoe
Bitch
Writer: Nazir Byrd
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