[Verse 1: yuke]
How you gangsta and niggas took your bag?
Yeah, you ain't gangsta, niggas took your purse
Opps hit their feet, which one I'ma catch first
That whole block laced, I just sold them niggas yercs
I don't pillow talk, I don't facetime or flirt
.762 leave him leaking out that white shirt
Shoutout Goxan, sent me beats that I never heard
If I sent the ho to you, why would you cuff her?
Yeah, lame ass niggas stay cuffing these thots
Yeah, I don't give a fuck, little ho, if it ain't about them knots
[Verse 2: Trap Montana]
I don't give a fuck, little ho, if it ain't about the guap
I like drugs from Mexico and lean up on the rocks
I just fucked a messy ho and she can't come back to the block
I got fiends in every trap, I got beans and I got rocks
I got Glocks, so I don't box, its a box on every Glock
Thirty shots, hit every shot, you a dog, put you on Fox
I love Lil Goxan, let him rock
How you gangsta and niggas took your bag?
Yeah, you ain't gangsta, niggas took your purse
Opps hit their feet, which one I'ma catch first
That whole block laced, I just sold them niggas yercs
I don't pillow talk, I don't facetime or flirt
.762 leave him leaking out that white shirt
Shoutout Goxan, sent me beats that I never heard
If I sent the ho to you, why would you cuff her?
Yeah, lame ass niggas stay cuffing these thots
Yeah, I don't give a fuck, little ho, if it ain't about them knots
[Verse 2: Trap Montana]
I don't give a fuck, little ho, if it ain't about the guap
I like drugs from Mexico and lean up on the rocks
I just fucked a messy ho and she can't come back to the block
I got fiends in every trap, I got beans and I got rocks
I got Glocks, so I don't box, its a box on every Glock
Thirty shots, hit every shot, you a dog, put you on Fox
I love Lil Goxan, let him rock
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