LOOK AT MY! Future Rahma (Ft. Destroy Lonely)

[Intro: Future Rahma]
Look at my, yeah
Look at my, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sammyboy)
Look at my
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future Rahma]
Look at my, look at my bitch, and the way that she move
You don't want smoke, bitch, you don’t want fumes
She wanna fuck on my [?], she see the way that my whip goes zoom
And my dick, made that bitch go, ooh
She wanna, uh, she wanna get wifed up
But lil' bitch, I cannot put that trust up in you
I got stabbed in the back, yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah, who woulda knew?
I just be countin' these racks, if you try to set me up, I’m not settling for you
Yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah, who woulda knew?
Yeah, my brothеr turned fake, yeah, who woulda knеw?
Yeah, who woulda knew?

[Verse 1: Future Rahma]
Look at my Dutch, and it's lacing my energy
Niggas you thought you could trust, be your enemies
They be concerned with the bitches you messin' with
I'm like a [?] when that money comin' in
She is a whore, but I don't know another bitch, who pussy wetter then shawty, right there
Gave her the key to my heart, and I let her in, fucked her right there
Boy, that gettin' wetter, 'cause she got fetish, when I count my cheddar
Yeah, that bitch ready, bitch, you a thot
You ain’t [?], you is a fool, if you treat that ho bad
She belong to the streets, and they kept her
Why you niggas be jealous, sad
Over bitches, that been with the bros
Those be the hoes that you sellin’ with
Not wifing a ho, you already know, yeah
You already know
You already know
You already know
Look at my