[Verse 1: Spank Nitti James]
Bitch suck dick like she used to be a flip
Franklin, blue strip, Benjamin, you should be a crip
I know you see the drip, bitch, we usually be drenched
Six in the Sierra mist gettin' ignorant in the Benz
Them niggas tweakin' again, that's some Jesus in them
[?] to slow me down, I'm addicted to opium
They probably gon' blow me down 'cause I slid and they want revenge
Dear Lord, I bow my head, I repent all my sins
I'm from the real Wiggle nation, committed I won't pretend
Niggas wanna be Jameses but can't afford how we live
I'on wanna be famous, bitch, I wanna be rich (Bitch)
We don't wanna whip scrappers, we wanna whip foreign whips
Bitch, I'm a real harlot breaker, I bet that bitch get sent to heaven
That last altercation with AR and F&M
I'll pull up to your location wit' the nation, just drop the pin
If the conversation not about paper, can't comprehend
Lord and Savior, I need a favor, free my gangsters out the pen
Lord, forgive me for my behavior, it's how I was raised, ain't got no sense
Niggas know my face, can't ride around the H without no tint
Booked him bare face nigga, I'on care if he know who did it
I'm embarrassing all these niggas, it's carats in all these pendants
My chandeliers be glistening, I'm out on bail still wigglin'
VVS's dancin' in my tennises, bitch, I'm living wit' privileges
I coulda rocked the Fendi, I'm finna let this B.B Simon's drip
Bitch suck dick like she used to be a flip
Franklin, blue strip, Benjamin, you should be a crip
I know you see the drip, bitch, we usually be drenched
Six in the Sierra mist gettin' ignorant in the Benz
Them niggas tweakin' again, that's some Jesus in them
[?] to slow me down, I'm addicted to opium
They probably gon' blow me down 'cause I slid and they want revenge
Dear Lord, I bow my head, I repent all my sins
I'm from the real Wiggle nation, committed I won't pretend
Niggas wanna be Jameses but can't afford how we live
I'on wanna be famous, bitch, I wanna be rich (Bitch)
We don't wanna whip scrappers, we wanna whip foreign whips
Bitch, I'm a real harlot breaker, I bet that bitch get sent to heaven
That last altercation with AR and F&M
I'll pull up to your location wit' the nation, just drop the pin
If the conversation not about paper, can't comprehend
Lord and Savior, I need a favor, free my gangsters out the pen
Lord, forgive me for my behavior, it's how I was raised, ain't got no sense
Niggas know my face, can't ride around the H without no tint
Booked him bare face nigga, I'on care if he know who did it
I'm embarrassing all these niggas, it's carats in all these pendants
My chandeliers be glistening, I'm out on bail still wigglin'
VVS's dancin' in my tennises, bitch, I'm living wit' privileges
I coulda rocked the Fendi, I'm finna let this B.B Simon's drip
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