‎‎gun store Nettspend

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Ayy, how you rich, but you poor?
Got me sleepin' on your tracks, I ain't tryna fuckin' hear that shit
And you said got a fuckin' Glock in the store
Bad bitch jumpin' on my dick, swear, she ain't no whore (Uh)
Brought a gun in the store, got a stolo on my hip, said, "I'll hit you and your whore" (Yeah)
And I know why that bitch up on my dick and not yours (Uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I got swag comin' out my fuckin' pores
Yeah, I know why my bitch mad and she not yours (Yeah)
Swear to God, boy, I'll jugg you out that four
Said, "Them boys run the city," said, "Street shit core"
Got a Glock, no lore, yeah, she tryna pull my pants down, uh (What, what, what, what, what, what? Uh)
I can't love no whore, what my mama said? You take 'em with a bat, they not yours
Break a bitch down, put it in her core
I won't fuckin' with her no more, so I made her yours
Yeah, it's thirty on the clip, yeah, this bitch ain't in a drawer and y'all dancin' to my songs, love that shit, yeah (Uh)