
Class AltoSGP (Ft. 1oneam)
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[Intro]
Aye
[Chorus]
Yeah
I'm in the muhfuckin' coupe, go fast
Bad ahh bitch got too much ass
Run from the feds, got two on the dash
Countin' the racks, I wasn't in class
Diamonds bitch, she blowin' like Bratz
Hop in the foreign, hop in the cat
These niggas hoes, they lame like that
You ain't know shit, boy, you ain't like that
Put that shit down, boy, you can't buy that
Droppin' some shit, boy, you can't bite that
Too many shots, boy, you can't fight back
Why the fuck these niggas say my name like that?
We got them two's, you gon' get clapped
Hittin' that bitch, I'm takin' her back
Taking his bitch, I think he mind that
[Verse]
He want some smoke, like go
Two shots, straight in yo' throat
Talk down, get poled down
These niggas be hoes, now
They bitin' my flow, now
She wearin' my clothes, now
Spend a band, I'm like, "Oh, wow" (Yeah)
Nigga [?] (Aye)
Sorry lil' bro, you outta luck (Aye)
We got them poles, better duck (Aye)
These niggas be trash, what? (Yeah)
[?] but I'm masked up
Goin' too fast, can't catch up
We got that fye, testin' yo' luck
[?] them bitch get no love
(Yeah, ooh)
Aye
[Chorus]
Yeah
I'm in the muhfuckin' coupe, go fast
Bad ahh bitch got too much ass
Run from the feds, got two on the dash
Countin' the racks, I wasn't in class
Diamonds bitch, she blowin' like Bratz
Hop in the foreign, hop in the cat
These niggas hoes, they lame like that
You ain't know shit, boy, you ain't like that
Put that shit down, boy, you can't buy that
Droppin' some shit, boy, you can't bite that
Too many shots, boy, you can't fight back
Why the fuck these niggas say my name like that?
We got them two's, you gon' get clapped
Hittin' that bitch, I'm takin' her back
Taking his bitch, I think he mind that
[Verse]
He want some smoke, like go
Two shots, straight in yo' throat
Talk down, get poled down
These niggas be hoes, now
They bitin' my flow, now
She wearin' my clothes, now
Spend a band, I'm like, "Oh, wow" (Yeah)
Nigga [?] (Aye)
Sorry lil' bro, you outta luck (Aye)
We got them poles, better duck (Aye)
These niggas be trash, what? (Yeah)
[?] but I'm masked up
Goin' too fast, can't catch up
We got that fye, testin' yo' luck
[?] them bitch get no love
(Yeah, ooh)
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