[Verse 1]
Got a grip on the Glock, know we brought guns, aye
Wanna beef? Oh, with us?, you gon need funds, aye
I ain't no bandcamp, this a big drum, aye
Got me playing with her pussy, all with my tongue, aye
Lil bitch gon' give me top and then she top my cousin, aye
And I really been on rubber shit, since the young age
How's it feel to know you bitin' me, bitch I paid the weight
You know what timing I'm on, I don't got a thing to say
Bitch these packs real heavy you just moving paper weight
Oh, what I nutted on? That's a bad bitch's face!
Bought that thot some Louis Vuitton's, now she thinkin' that I'm great
Im posted up with Jaja, he hang around, straight apes
Bust that ass up and down I hit the ground and make it quake
I just moved another plate, it might bе an earthquake
And his brothers talkin shit wе just might up the murder rate
No he not a real stepper, even all his shoes are fake
Bitch I'm rockin' real feathers I got Gucci with the snakes
Got my cash from selling drugs so please don't ask me bout' the pay
And I don't need no camouflage but yes I still be rocking Bape
I don't know a single rapper that be going at my rate
Now Im all up in the hills, like, you can meet me at the gate
Finally made it bitch, I don't care about a thing they say
That's your main bitch? Then she started movin' towards my way
But she basic, no I can not fuck round with no lames
If I lane switch, I be hittin' stains all with the gang
With a large clip, bullets big as shit, they knock your frame
I'm at the mall with her
I be doggin' her
Only when I want sex, when Im callin' her
I be with the bunnies we gon' jump like Im Hugh Hefner
Shorty in my line and then I slide on my home record
All my numbers finally going up they got my phone wetter
Ass hit the ground, make it quake, you might feel (?)
My pockets so big, your pockets just gettin' dinner
You don't be up in the streets, the heat gon' get you dismembered
I just popped a few beans, now I can't even remember
I got all the snow in, but its not even December
Im totin' the heat, but I just gotta let it simmer
No you don't want no beef, Im playing ball like Im a sinner
Don't know how, let me teach, Im finna show you Im a si-
Got a grip on the Glock, know we brought guns, aye
Wanna beef? Oh, with us?, you gon need funds, aye
I ain't no bandcamp, this a big drum, aye
Got me playing with her pussy, all with my tongue, aye
Lil bitch gon' give me top and then she top my cousin, aye
And I really been on rubber shit, since the young age
How's it feel to know you bitin' me, bitch I paid the weight
You know what timing I'm on, I don't got a thing to say
Bitch these packs real heavy you just moving paper weight
Oh, what I nutted on? That's a bad bitch's face!
Bought that thot some Louis Vuitton's, now she thinkin' that I'm great
Im posted up with Jaja, he hang around, straight apes
Bust that ass up and down I hit the ground and make it quake
I just moved another plate, it might bе an earthquake
And his brothers talkin shit wе just might up the murder rate
No he not a real stepper, even all his shoes are fake
Bitch I'm rockin' real feathers I got Gucci with the snakes
Got my cash from selling drugs so please don't ask me bout' the pay
And I don't need no camouflage but yes I still be rocking Bape
I don't know a single rapper that be going at my rate
Now Im all up in the hills, like, you can meet me at the gate
Finally made it bitch, I don't care about a thing they say
That's your main bitch? Then she started movin' towards my way
But she basic, no I can not fuck round with no lames
If I lane switch, I be hittin' stains all with the gang
With a large clip, bullets big as shit, they knock your frame
I'm at the mall with her
I be doggin' her
Only when I want sex, when Im callin' her
I be with the bunnies we gon' jump like Im Hugh Hefner
Shorty in my line and then I slide on my home record
All my numbers finally going up they got my phone wetter
Ass hit the ground, make it quake, you might feel (?)
My pockets so big, your pockets just gettin' dinner
You don't be up in the streets, the heat gon' get you dismembered
I just popped a few beans, now I can't even remember
I got all the snow in, but its not even December
Im totin' the heat, but I just gotta let it simmer
No you don't want no beef, Im playing ball like Im a sinner
Don't know how, let me teach, Im finna show you Im a si-
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