[Verse 1: tana]
She wanna chat, let's chat
I'm breaking her back, her back
I'm throwin' racks on racks
How she throwin' her ass like that?
Shawty just popped her a flat
She like, "How you talk like that?"
I'm beatin' her back in
Fillin' her stomach, just 'cause that pussy fat
Oh, you wanna chat? Let's chat
As long as that shit 'bout racks
Oh, you in the city?
You just touched down?
I'm 'bout to bring you a pack
No, we don't tolerate snitches or bitches
No, we don't tolerate rats
My body can't handle this molly
My body can't handle this X
And all of that small talk childish
I told her I just want sex
Bitch, I don't know why you callin'
I'm in the air on a jet
I bet I'm the fastest to run up a thousand
Oh, you don't think so? Make bet
Spanish bitch, hop on top the car, take her shirt off and flash hеr tits
I hit Syd and left Atlanta then turnt London into Magic City
Two hoes could makе the whole dick disappear, these magic bitches
Countin' money, laughin' at you, you a dumbass if you think we laughin' with you
I just sent my London bitch a selfie, she say I'm mad styll
Oh, you think you slime more slime than us? You gon' get your slatt killed
'Kay, somebody asked me 'bout fallin' off, I don't know what that is
She hit me, tryna come up and link at the spot
I'm breakin' her back in
I'm out in London, we strapped
Have my gorillas attack
Soon as I land, I need fire
My brother come bring me a MAC
I'm makin' this shit off a Mac
I got where I needed, no map
I make sure my shooters is strapped
I got where I needed, no map
Her waist is mad ill, say I'm mad styll
Smokin' mad dope, fuck a brand deal
Syds' got a sniper, watch ya back, still
Bitches gettin' snatched, niggas gettin' killed
The tings love the bounce 'cause they got ear
Bad bitches comin', two or three pairs
Closet mad ill, no second-hand, only retail
I can't sign a deal, not even mills, 'less the shit styll
She wanna chat, let's chat
I'm breaking her back, her back
I'm throwin' racks on racks
How she throwin' her ass like that?
Shawty just popped her a flat
She like, "How you talk like that?"
I'm beatin' her back in
Fillin' her stomach, just 'cause that pussy fat
Oh, you wanna chat? Let's chat
As long as that shit 'bout racks
Oh, you in the city?
You just touched down?
I'm 'bout to bring you a pack
No, we don't tolerate snitches or bitches
No, we don't tolerate rats
My body can't handle this molly
My body can't handle this X
And all of that small talk childish
I told her I just want sex
Bitch, I don't know why you callin'
I'm in the air on a jet
I bet I'm the fastest to run up a thousand
Oh, you don't think so? Make bet
Spanish bitch, hop on top the car, take her shirt off and flash hеr tits
I hit Syd and left Atlanta then turnt London into Magic City
Two hoes could makе the whole dick disappear, these magic bitches
Countin' money, laughin' at you, you a dumbass if you think we laughin' with you
I just sent my London bitch a selfie, she say I'm mad styll
Oh, you think you slime more slime than us? You gon' get your slatt killed
'Kay, somebody asked me 'bout fallin' off, I don't know what that is
She hit me, tryna come up and link at the spot
I'm breakin' her back in
I'm out in London, we strapped
Have my gorillas attack
Soon as I land, I need fire
My brother come bring me a MAC
I'm makin' this shit off a Mac
I got where I needed, no map
I make sure my shooters is strapped
I got where I needed, no map
Her waist is mad ill, say I'm mad styll
Smokin' mad dope, fuck a brand deal
Syds' got a sniper, watch ya back, still
Bitches gettin' snatched, niggas gettin' killed
The tings love the bounce 'cause they got ear
Bad bitches comin', two or three pairs
Closet mad ill, no second-hand, only retail
I can't sign a deal, not even mills, 'less the shit styll
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