[Chorus]
If I was worried bout that bitch I would've been broke
11 hunnid in 11 hunnid what it's hittin' for
I prolly lost a couple bitches off that intro
But I ain't trippin, fuck around and get like 6 more
All these blues on me niggas thought I was from 6-0 (All these blues on me)
I smoke klock in this bitch feelin' like big smoke (Feelin' like big smoke)
Niggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (Big joke)
Yo bitch wanna spend the night I told the bitch no (I told the bitch no)
[Verse 1]
I need some chips I'm finna geek up (I'm off this shroom nigga)
Said you was gon do what to who, nigga speak up
Broke niggas cryin' bout the bitch Ion give three fucks (Won't give three fucks)
Brodie caught him at the drive-thru he is fucked (You really caught that nigga)
Bitches catch mе at the gas station, he is icy
RTA jeans and Off Whitе mixed with the Nike
Thirty thousand cash in this rental, I ain't got no klock (I ain't got no klock)
We needa turn this bitch around I gotta make a stop (Turn this bitch around)
Only catchin' fades wit the homies, we ain't finna box (We ain't finna box nigga)
My life's a movie no red box
Bitch these Christian Louboutin no dead stock (No dead stock)
Put me a broke bitch couldn't get ahead nah
[Chorus]
If I was worried bout that bitch I would've been broke
11 hunnid in 11 hunnid what it's hittin' for
I prolly lost a couple bitches off that intro
But I ain't trippin, fuck around and get like 6 more
All these blues on me niggas thought I was from 6-0 (All these blues on me)
I smoke klock in this bitch feelin' like big smoke (Feelin' like big smoke)
Niggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (Big joke)
Yo bitch wanna spend the night I told the bitch no (I told the bitch no)
[Verse 2]
That's an awful lotta bracelets on my wrist (It's finna freeze off)
That's an awful lotta cheese I'm finna break out yo bitch
Microdose wit the shrooms, baby eat this
Foreign loads in the driveway, no cheap whips (Skrt)
Frenchies runnin' round the crib got me mad as fuck (Mad as fuck)
Charged those lil puppies from the drop, nigga add me up (Nigga add me up)
I just did a million in a month, niggas mad as fuck (Why these niggas mad)
Her uncle hatin' on this bag I gotta fuck Vanessa
I could make the foreign drive itself nigga fuck a tesla (Fuck a tesla)
Three years, two hunnid songs, bands in my fuckin' dresser (In my fuckin' dresser)
All I do is spend money when I get to stressin' (When I get to stressin')
Nigga do my dougie, hit the intersection
I made a hunnid racks already, time for tennis lessons
I ain't even wanna rap today where's my two bands (Where's my two bands)
Niggas out here really ain't your mans I can name two friends
And I cut the bitch off over a few bands (Over a few bands)
If I was worried bout that bitch I would've been broke
11 hunnid in 11 hunnid what it's hittin' for
I prolly lost a couple bitches off that intro
But I ain't trippin, fuck around and get like 6 more
All these blues on me niggas thought I was from 6-0 (All these blues on me)
I smoke klock in this bitch feelin' like big smoke (Feelin' like big smoke)
Niggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (Big joke)
Yo bitch wanna spend the night I told the bitch no (I told the bitch no)
[Verse 1]
I need some chips I'm finna geek up (I'm off this shroom nigga)
Said you was gon do what to who, nigga speak up
Broke niggas cryin' bout the bitch Ion give three fucks (Won't give three fucks)
Brodie caught him at the drive-thru he is fucked (You really caught that nigga)
Bitches catch mе at the gas station, he is icy
RTA jeans and Off Whitе mixed with the Nike
Thirty thousand cash in this rental, I ain't got no klock (I ain't got no klock)
We needa turn this bitch around I gotta make a stop (Turn this bitch around)
Only catchin' fades wit the homies, we ain't finna box (We ain't finna box nigga)
My life's a movie no red box
Bitch these Christian Louboutin no dead stock (No dead stock)
Put me a broke bitch couldn't get ahead nah
[Chorus]
If I was worried bout that bitch I would've been broke
11 hunnid in 11 hunnid what it's hittin' for
I prolly lost a couple bitches off that intro
But I ain't trippin, fuck around and get like 6 more
All these blues on me niggas thought I was from 6-0 (All these blues on me)
I smoke klock in this bitch feelin' like big smoke (Feelin' like big smoke)
Niggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (Big joke)
Yo bitch wanna spend the night I told the bitch no (I told the bitch no)
[Verse 2]
That's an awful lotta bracelets on my wrist (It's finna freeze off)
That's an awful lotta cheese I'm finna break out yo bitch
Microdose wit the shrooms, baby eat this
Foreign loads in the driveway, no cheap whips (Skrt)
Frenchies runnin' round the crib got me mad as fuck (Mad as fuck)
Charged those lil puppies from the drop, nigga add me up (Nigga add me up)
I just did a million in a month, niggas mad as fuck (Why these niggas mad)
Her uncle hatin' on this bag I gotta fuck Vanessa
I could make the foreign drive itself nigga fuck a tesla (Fuck a tesla)
Three years, two hunnid songs, bands in my fuckin' dresser (In my fuckin' dresser)
All I do is spend money when I get to stressin' (When I get to stressin')
Nigga do my dougie, hit the intersection
I made a hunnid racks already, time for tennis lessons
I ain't even wanna rap today where's my two bands (Where's my two bands)
Niggas out here really ain't your mans I can name two friends
And I cut the bitch off over a few bands (Over a few bands)
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