[Verse 1: Don Trip]
Gone head blame it on tha alcohol
I'm wid it
Her girlfriend beggin' her to pass the balls
I'ont think ya get it
My flow so dumb might fuck a bitch silly
If she figure i'm trickin'
She retarded, she lost it
One more round we been at it all night
Got damn! Bitch you oughtta be exhausted
[Verse 2: Starlito]
She gotta be alot of things to rock with me
And i'm just bein' boss
Police prolly follow me i'm cautious
Runnin' on fumes, bout to get some mo' gas
What happen to the last bag
Hashtag, somebody bought it (pounds)
I'm the type to get ya number, don't call it
Don't mind, don't matter if ya d.m
Sexy lil bitch, ima text tha lil bitch
Don't FaceTime me, i'm right next to my bitch
[Verse 3: Don Trip]
I been up for two days but I slept wit my bitch
So fine you would give your whole check to my bitch
Inna middle of the club wit a weapon on my hip
Now i'm goin home to change, got a scuff on my kicks
Please never mind all da weaponry
I know i'm 'posed to chill cuz i'm sort of a celebrity
Got so many babies I should go get a vasectomy
Pocket full of c-notes I don't know a single melody
Check it, car so smart might let it self-park
Can't see me inside, say my windows to dark
Gone head blame it on tha alcohol
I'm wid it
Her girlfriend beggin' her to pass the balls
I'ont think ya get it
My flow so dumb might fuck a bitch silly
If she figure i'm trickin'
She retarded, she lost it
One more round we been at it all night
Got damn! Bitch you oughtta be exhausted
[Verse 2: Starlito]
She gotta be alot of things to rock with me
And i'm just bein' boss
Police prolly follow me i'm cautious
Runnin' on fumes, bout to get some mo' gas
What happen to the last bag
Hashtag, somebody bought it (pounds)
I'm the type to get ya number, don't call it
Don't mind, don't matter if ya d.m
Sexy lil bitch, ima text tha lil bitch
Don't FaceTime me, i'm right next to my bitch
[Verse 3: Don Trip]
I been up for two days but I slept wit my bitch
So fine you would give your whole check to my bitch
Inna middle of the club wit a weapon on my hip
Now i'm goin home to change, got a scuff on my kicks
Please never mind all da weaponry
I know i'm 'posed to chill cuz i'm sort of a celebrity
Got so many babies I should go get a vasectomy
Pocket full of c-notes I don't know a single melody
Check it, car so smart might let it self-park
Can't see me inside, say my windows to dark
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