Haha
Gang shit lil nigga
Free my nigga Yadda man
Just flex with therse fakes ass bundles
Ay, lil bitch
Ay, lil bitch
Ay, lil bitch
Ay, Lil Kayla wassup
Who the fuck you think you fooling?
Bitch not me
Feel like Dej Loaf, man let a bitch try me
I'm comin’ through that alley, XD up on that high beam
Leave her ass stuck like a picture on her ID
Hoes be talkin crazy like these hoes don't know where I be
They know but they ain't slidin cuz they know it could get grimey
Got a nigga out the city n’ his money hella slimey
I ain't talkin bout no iPhone when I said he FaceTime mе
Goddamn
These niggas ain't shit man
When I comе around make him leave his main bitch man
You all in yo feelings I'm all on his dick man
You poppin' yo mouth but his mouth on my clit man
It's something bout niggas who go and hit licks man
I love that fast money don't like them ( ? ) man
Catch me up in traffic blowin' smoke behind tint man
Like thugga thugga pull up hit this pussy then he dip man
Ay Mac
Cuz this a pharmacy cuz bitches think they too sick
Set a demonstration for them bitches with them loose lips
Tell her mama sorry ion wanna have to do this
But if she keep on talkin’ ima give her ass a news clip
Ooh shit
We already did that n’ bitches never slid back
And neither did yo bitches so that simp shit baby end that
Bitches talkin crazy what it do I push yo wig back
N' all these bitches partyin’ with kids where yo kids at
Im on one just choped it up wit Yatta he say go dumb
You got it any bitch in yo lane I don't know one
Bitches mad at me it ain't my fault you hoes get no love
These young hoes be hatin it ain't my fault you can’t hit no clubs
Gang shit lil nigga
Free my nigga Yadda man
Just flex with therse fakes ass bundles
Ay, lil bitch
Ay, lil bitch
Ay, lil bitch
Ay, Lil Kayla wassup
Who the fuck you think you fooling?
Bitch not me
Feel like Dej Loaf, man let a bitch try me
I'm comin’ through that alley, XD up on that high beam
Leave her ass stuck like a picture on her ID
Hoes be talkin crazy like these hoes don't know where I be
They know but they ain't slidin cuz they know it could get grimey
Got a nigga out the city n’ his money hella slimey
I ain't talkin bout no iPhone when I said he FaceTime mе
Goddamn
These niggas ain't shit man
When I comе around make him leave his main bitch man
You all in yo feelings I'm all on his dick man
You poppin' yo mouth but his mouth on my clit man
It's something bout niggas who go and hit licks man
I love that fast money don't like them ( ? ) man
Catch me up in traffic blowin' smoke behind tint man
Like thugga thugga pull up hit this pussy then he dip man
Ay Mac
Cuz this a pharmacy cuz bitches think they too sick
Set a demonstration for them bitches with them loose lips
Tell her mama sorry ion wanna have to do this
But if she keep on talkin’ ima give her ass a news clip
Ooh shit
We already did that n’ bitches never slid back
And neither did yo bitches so that simp shit baby end that
Bitches talkin crazy what it do I push yo wig back
N' all these bitches partyin’ with kids where yo kids at
Im on one just choped it up wit Yatta he say go dumb
You got it any bitch in yo lane I don't know one
Bitches mad at me it ain't my fault you hoes get no love
These young hoes be hatin it ain't my fault you can’t hit no clubs
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