[Verse 1]
Lil' freak bitch, eat this dick up
Shoot me down the way, I gotta make a pick-up
Ninety day grind, nigga, get your chips up
In Atlanta, me and 80 servin' P's off the Fisker
The way the jewelry dance, bitches wanna tip us
Got the spot jammin' all fuckin' summer, how they miss us?
Faggot ass Chauncey, why don't you come and hook these grits up?
My homeboys comin' from that way, they tryna get some
I used to bleed the road, damn, I miss my job
State trooper sittin' right there, baby, look alive
Unc' named his clothing line Granny, he be whoopin' pies
Took her on a spa day in the Benz 'cause the coupe massage
[Chorus]
Call me Van Damme, nigga, where the action?
Broke boys don't ever shop with me because a nigga taxin'
We got brown and white, that's that Michael Jackson
Hustle game like an SRT, I be tryna lap 'em
Like a cancer patient, we want all the smoke
Nickname Lil Meeky Monday, we move all the dope
Bitches call me crazy, never call me broke
She just mad 'cause I don't fall for shit these niggas fallin' for
[Verse 2]
Fake ass rap niggas, fake ass trap nigga
Give me the cash for it then I'll be back with it
Fuck an iPhone, I sell dope on my jack, nigga
Fuck a nine to five, I run up racks in that time, nigga
Mama say a nigga actin' funny (Huh?)
I can't even talk, I'm navigating through Kentucky (I'll call you right back)
They know I'm racked up so bitches love me
First I get the head and bust a nut, don't even touch me
My side ho know about my main ho
Both of them confused 'cause I treat 'em like the same ho
Gucci ease the pain, never rainbow
Blue hundreds on me, lil' bitch, who I'ma change for?
Lil' freak bitch, eat this dick up
Shoot me down the way, I gotta make a pick-up
Ninety day grind, nigga, get your chips up
In Atlanta, me and 80 servin' P's off the Fisker
The way the jewelry dance, bitches wanna tip us
Got the spot jammin' all fuckin' summer, how they miss us?
Faggot ass Chauncey, why don't you come and hook these grits up?
My homeboys comin' from that way, they tryna get some
I used to bleed the road, damn, I miss my job
State trooper sittin' right there, baby, look alive
Unc' named his clothing line Granny, he be whoopin' pies
Took her on a spa day in the Benz 'cause the coupe massage
[Chorus]
Call me Van Damme, nigga, where the action?
Broke boys don't ever shop with me because a nigga taxin'
We got brown and white, that's that Michael Jackson
Hustle game like an SRT, I be tryna lap 'em
Like a cancer patient, we want all the smoke
Nickname Lil Meeky Monday, we move all the dope
Bitches call me crazy, never call me broke
She just mad 'cause I don't fall for shit these niggas fallin' for
[Verse 2]
Fake ass rap niggas, fake ass trap nigga
Give me the cash for it then I'll be back with it
Fuck an iPhone, I sell dope on my jack, nigga
Fuck a nine to five, I run up racks in that time, nigga
Mama say a nigga actin' funny (Huh?)
I can't even talk, I'm navigating through Kentucky (I'll call you right back)
They know I'm racked up so bitches love me
First I get the head and bust a nut, don't even touch me
My side ho know about my main ho
Both of them confused 'cause I treat 'em like the same ho
Gucci ease the pain, never rainbow
Blue hundreds on me, lil' bitch, who I'ma change for?
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