Roll a big ass wood, I feel different off the wax
Think he good in the hood, than his bitch ass get taxed
Bitch, I buck for the quarter-pounder, pop out whippin' macs
They say what goes around comes around, still ain’t get it back
They say what goes around comes around, still can't get me back
These n***as fake as hell, let me down, man I had your back (fuck, damn)
These bitches snakes as hell, poppin' pussy, bitch I had your back
N***as gay as hell, on my dick, fuck up off my sack
I been getting bread off the music, count stacks
Broke [?], I’m like where the fuck your racks?
I'll slap the pistol up outcha baby, we gon' beat your sister back
Broke up with my bitch, say I love her, say she love me back
In love with my stick, yea I swear I love to clutch the gat
In love with my bitch, man I swear I love to rub her gyatt, damn, damn, cuz her ass so damn fat
N***as playin' on my phone, when I see them than it's that
And I really be out east n***a, what the fuck was that
Tell her get on her knees, I don't wanna touch the cat
Pull that dick out and I tease her, slap it on her ass
She gon throw it till her knees hurt and we run out of cash
Bitch I feel like quavo, I done flipped the bag
We was in a bando, we don't touch our stash
My bitch drop the down low, I'm gon’ pull up fast
My brother off the xans so he fell off his ass
And my brother layin’ low, he pop a n***a in the ass
Got the G40 in the club, why the fuck wouldn't he spazz
I been off the drank lately, hoping I don’t lag
Think he good in the hood, than his bitch ass get taxed
Bitch, I buck for the quarter-pounder, pop out whippin' macs
They say what goes around comes around, still ain’t get it back
They say what goes around comes around, still can't get me back
These n***as fake as hell, let me down, man I had your back (fuck, damn)
These bitches snakes as hell, poppin' pussy, bitch I had your back
N***as gay as hell, on my dick, fuck up off my sack
I been getting bread off the music, count stacks
Broke [?], I’m like where the fuck your racks?
I'll slap the pistol up outcha baby, we gon' beat your sister back
Broke up with my bitch, say I love her, say she love me back
In love with my stick, yea I swear I love to clutch the gat
In love with my bitch, man I swear I love to rub her gyatt, damn, damn, cuz her ass so damn fat
N***as playin' on my phone, when I see them than it's that
And I really be out east n***a, what the fuck was that
Tell her get on her knees, I don't wanna touch the cat
Pull that dick out and I tease her, slap it on her ass
She gon throw it till her knees hurt and we run out of cash
Bitch I feel like quavo, I done flipped the bag
We was in a bando, we don't touch our stash
My bitch drop the down low, I'm gon’ pull up fast
My brother off the xans so he fell off his ass
And my brother layin’ low, he pop a n***a in the ass
Got the G40 in the club, why the fuck wouldn't he spazz
I been off the drank lately, hoping I don’t lag
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