(Shit in the back yard right now)
(Wrong way)
(Shit, I'm shot the right way)
(Yeah)
Don’t give a fuck about no broke bitch
Me and my daughter swing
Phone ring, I need some more licks
I need some more money, don't need no problems from a broke bitch
In they feelings hating on the game, that's how a hoe get
When I’m standing at that stove bitch I use both wrists
Brodie find another charge and he ain't going again
Why the hell you leave yo Glock in the car? You shoulda brought it in
Why the hell'd I leave my scale in the car? I shoulda brought it in
Your homie ain't buying no work so why you brought him in?
Every time that stupid bitch forget me, I'ma dog again
Every time them niggas break the bank, watch them ball again
Inna trap been 74 days, we just gon' hold her hand
Fuck yo feelings, you know my worth, bitch
Fuck that dumbass outfit and yo shirt, bitch (bitch)
Designer on the collar of my shirt, bitch
Just a forty-dollar hoe, that's yo worth bitch
Got four damn bitches, they all tryna work
They spin before, you ain't getting no work
The Glock win, it’s tucked in the shirt
Want me to fuck, need head first
When I wake up count bread first
Four different accounts, they all jumping
I ain’t argue with them, they ain't on nothing
Get off my phone, you don’t want nothing
(Wrong way)
(Shit, I'm shot the right way)
(Yeah)
Don’t give a fuck about no broke bitch
Me and my daughter swing
Phone ring, I need some more licks
I need some more money, don't need no problems from a broke bitch
In they feelings hating on the game, that's how a hoe get
When I’m standing at that stove bitch I use both wrists
Brodie find another charge and he ain't going again
Why the hell you leave yo Glock in the car? You shoulda brought it in
Why the hell'd I leave my scale in the car? I shoulda brought it in
Your homie ain't buying no work so why you brought him in?
Every time that stupid bitch forget me, I'ma dog again
Every time them niggas break the bank, watch them ball again
Inna trap been 74 days, we just gon' hold her hand
Fuck yo feelings, you know my worth, bitch
Fuck that dumbass outfit and yo shirt, bitch (bitch)
Designer on the collar of my shirt, bitch
Just a forty-dollar hoe, that's yo worth bitch
Got four damn bitches, they all tryna work
They spin before, you ain't getting no work
The Glock win, it’s tucked in the shirt
Want me to fuck, need head first
When I wake up count bread first
Four different accounts, they all jumping
I ain’t argue with them, they ain't on nothing
Get off my phone, you don’t want nothing
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