[Chorus]
Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill
Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain't real
If he don't sniff this, then his ass can't smell
Who can move a thou'? Lil' bruh, I can't tell
[Verse 1]
I'll put this bitch on whoever, free Dirt
'Fore you fuck Cheese, bitch, fuck me first
Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup
Real mud brothers, bitch, shout out Lil Stirrup
Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl
Ever since Drew died, big four-five
Glock ten milli' throw a six-four blind
That bitch, yeah, that bitch mine
Phone won't ring 'less it's six-one-five
Probably want beans, shit, he probably want tan
Hope you want lean, I'ma show 'em how to dance
Even if he want Gotti, I'ma send a lil' bands
Wanted for a body, might as well keep goin'
This week, I'm trappin', spent last week tourin'
Corner house slappin', pink Runtz transformin'
Used to be a killer, well, now he informin'
Bitch, you a rat, rat
Probably told on Reek, probably told on App
All my hoes on fleek, you'd tell by they bags
He ain't with me, how you know he had a mask?
Bitch, I'm in my bag, better ask your nigga
Them pics he be likin', them the hoes I'm hittin'
Big 4s, I'm him, all winter, black Timbs
Can't show a nigga shit but how to run up M's
Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad
I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill
Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain't real
If he don't sniff this, then his ass can't smell
Who can move a thou'? Lil' bruh, I can't tell
[Verse 1]
I'll put this bitch on whoever, free Dirt
'Fore you fuck Cheese, bitch, fuck me first
Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup
Real mud brothers, bitch, shout out Lil Stirrup
Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl
Ever since Drew died, big four-five
Glock ten milli' throw a six-four blind
That bitch, yeah, that bitch mine
Phone won't ring 'less it's six-one-five
Probably want beans, shit, he probably want tan
Hope you want lean, I'ma show 'em how to dance
Even if he want Gotti, I'ma send a lil' bands
Wanted for a body, might as well keep goin'
This week, I'm trappin', spent last week tourin'
Corner house slappin', pink Runtz transformin'
Used to be a killer, well, now he informin'
Bitch, you a rat, rat
Probably told on Reek, probably told on App
All my hoes on fleek, you'd tell by they bags
He ain't with me, how you know he had a mask?
Bitch, I'm in my bag, better ask your nigga
Them pics he be likin', them the hoes I'm hittin'
Big 4s, I'm him, all winter, black Timbs
Can't show a nigga shit but how to run up M's
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