[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, yeah
What, what, yeah, what, what, yeah
What, yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, dig, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah what? (Uno, I killed it)
[Verse 1]
Sorry, not sorry
You bitches proud, now where my apologies?
Yeah, I pull up with hoes in a Challenger, yeah
You white hoes be [?] just like [?], yeah
Freestylin’, I don’t need a stylist, yeah
I’m fly, I sell drip like a pilot, yeah
The stick on my left like a pirate, yeah (what, yeah, what?)
[Chorus]
KelTec, check (Chеck)
Money bag, check, (Know what I’m sayin’?)
Bad bitches, chеck (yeah, yeah) (A lot of bullshit be goin’ on)
Check, mad drip, check
Take off that’s a check (Dig?)
Ill finger got a check
[Verse 2]
The fuck, tell your boy that you poppin’?
Poppin’ the seal on the red, that wocky
While pop at ya hoe, and you talk like a hoe
And her head like umbrella, that shit Mary Poppins
I pop up a bean when I party at Follies
I pull up Bugatti, eating hibachi
Baby girl, give me long neck like an ostrich
She was a bird but I was a um vulture
I got a four pound inside of a toddler
Went out for Bape
She give me head, whenever young Uno want it
I hit the dope you get [?] we gon’ trip like a slave
I can from the dirt, it was hard headed raised
I seen my dog foam at the mouth, wasn’t ready
I got a kill tech like the referee player
Bullets fly to your window, Peter Pan
I love this shit but I still use them pots and pans
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, yeah
What, what, yeah, what, what, yeah
What, yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, dig, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah what? (Uno, I killed it)
[Verse 1]
Sorry, not sorry
You bitches proud, now where my apologies?
Yeah, I pull up with hoes in a Challenger, yeah
You white hoes be [?] just like [?], yeah
Freestylin’, I don’t need a stylist, yeah
I’m fly, I sell drip like a pilot, yeah
The stick on my left like a pirate, yeah (what, yeah, what?)
[Chorus]
KelTec, check (Chеck)
Money bag, check, (Know what I’m sayin’?)
Bad bitches, chеck (yeah, yeah) (A lot of bullshit be goin’ on)
Check, mad drip, check
Take off that’s a check (Dig?)
Ill finger got a check
[Verse 2]
The fuck, tell your boy that you poppin’?
Poppin’ the seal on the red, that wocky
While pop at ya hoe, and you talk like a hoe
And her head like umbrella, that shit Mary Poppins
I pop up a bean when I party at Follies
I pull up Bugatti, eating hibachi
Baby girl, give me long neck like an ostrich
She was a bird but I was a um vulture
I got a four pound inside of a toddler
Went out for Bape
She give me head, whenever young Uno want it
I hit the dope you get [?] we gon’ trip like a slave
I can from the dirt, it was hard headed raised
I seen my dog foam at the mouth, wasn’t ready
I got a kill tech like the referee player
Bullets fly to your window, Peter Pan
I love this shit but I still use them pots and pans
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