[Chorus]
Hatin', eating dick like it's finna change your life (It's not)
His ass a easy pick, got poked, P1 with a knife
He a bitch then I'm on that Breezy shit, beat bad, can't see enough to drive
Drank lean then I'm on that sleepy shit, I could care less if I'm high
I could care less if you win, I could care less if you thrive
On the rocks, what the fuck is a gin? Gen5 finna bust his pipes
Yo, stick to your bitch, button click, flip the script, grr
[Verse 1]
Geeked up, throw a Perc back, he switched sides, where the bowtie?
You special to me, you should know that, I thought the shit was implied
Not cuffed, but push a ho back, she eat dick 'til hеr throat dry
In the cut, rockin' a throwback, this was Kobe bean in his primе
Don't waste no time tryna be me, wouldn't waste no time tryna be ya
Tryna wave at your mom on the TV, damn, twin, pray to God they free ya
Ferragamo everything, this CC, pump fake, fuckboy, that's a BB
In the car like, "Damn, if she leave me," finna pop this bitches tires
Ruth Chris? What the fuck? This is Zaxby's
Low-end, now the ho get sassy
Fuck green, boy, the shit so trashy
I'm in a Benz, it's a race, I'ma lap 'em
Touch twenty racks, oh my god, so happy
Push up bitch, let the Drac' start clapping
AR-15 with 'bout ten-somehtin' attachments
Break the wood down, with the gang it's a ration or somethin'
Hatin', eating dick like it's finna change your life (It's not)
His ass a easy pick, got poked, P1 with a knife
He a bitch then I'm on that Breezy shit, beat bad, can't see enough to drive
Drank lean then I'm on that sleepy shit, I could care less if I'm high
I could care less if you win, I could care less if you thrive
On the rocks, what the fuck is a gin? Gen5 finna bust his pipes
Yo, stick to your bitch, button click, flip the script, grr
[Verse 1]
Geeked up, throw a Perc back, he switched sides, where the bowtie?
You special to me, you should know that, I thought the shit was implied
Not cuffed, but push a ho back, she eat dick 'til hеr throat dry
In the cut, rockin' a throwback, this was Kobe bean in his primе
Don't waste no time tryna be me, wouldn't waste no time tryna be ya
Tryna wave at your mom on the TV, damn, twin, pray to God they free ya
Ferragamo everything, this CC, pump fake, fuckboy, that's a BB
In the car like, "Damn, if she leave me," finna pop this bitches tires
Ruth Chris? What the fuck? This is Zaxby's
Low-end, now the ho get sassy
Fuck green, boy, the shit so trashy
I'm in a Benz, it's a race, I'ma lap 'em
Touch twenty racks, oh my god, so happy
Push up bitch, let the Drac' start clapping
AR-15 with 'bout ten-somehtin' attachments
Break the wood down, with the gang it's a ration or somethin'
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