[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, "Don't play with him" (Bitch, don't play with him)
Niggas wan' hang with the gang, but I can not hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em), yeah
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I put that ho on the X, now she piped up, she getting piped down
I put that ho on that Oxy' and codeine, now that ho geeked up
Yeah, I'm on some Oxy' and motherfuckin' codeine, lil' bitch, I'm geeked out
Yeah, Balenciaga boots so big, these niggas get stomped out
Hold on, hold up, yeah, I'm doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but I'm on my motherfuckin' grind, and I'm doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but if that lil' ho fine, then I'll perform a trick for that bitch
I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, then I hopped in that bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil' bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I'm shinin' 'cause I'm a vampire, you could get bit, lil' bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I'm ballin' like a motherfuckin' umpire, I put lean in the pitcher (Uh)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, and niggas can't touch my bitch (Nah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, "Don't play with him" (Bitch, don't play with him)
Niggas wan' hang with the gang, but I can not hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em)
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, "Don't play with him" (Bitch, don't play with him)
Niggas wan' hang with the gang, but I can not hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em), yeah
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I put that ho on the X, now she piped up, she getting piped down
I put that ho on that Oxy' and codeine, now that ho geeked up
Yeah, I'm on some Oxy' and motherfuckin' codeine, lil' bitch, I'm geeked out
Yeah, Balenciaga boots so big, these niggas get stomped out
Hold on, hold up, yeah, I'm doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but I'm on my motherfuckin' grind, and I'm doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but if that lil' ho fine, then I'll perform a trick for that bitch
I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, then I hopped in that bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil' bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I'm shinin' 'cause I'm a vampire, you could get bit, lil' bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I'm ballin' like a motherfuckin' umpire, I put lean in the pitcher (Uh)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, and niggas can't touch my bitch (Nah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her, "Don't play with him" (Bitch, don't play with him)
Niggas wan' hang with the gang, but I can not hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em)
No, I don't fuck with these boys, I swear that I hate niggas
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no, I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no, I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up)
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