How Tf (feat. Malik So Grimey)
Laracio LaFrost
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Ayy, bitch I'm back in it, I could flip a bow, sitting down, you put your back in it Find a stash spot in the whip, put a strap in it How the f*ck you say you still hear me, but you don't get it How the f*ck you say you got chicken and I don't see it I just whipped a pint like my kids, it was for no reason I just beat the bitch like she mine, but I won't keep her You'll eat the pussy for her keys, boy I don't need her Keep a heater, know hot head, bitch I got a fever I just poured a three in this little ass one liter Hard by myself, I ain't paying nan for no feature I'll take you boys back to class like a school teacher Big speaker, keep a money bag with a blick in it Say it ain't no shots in the club, I got a fifth in it Turn this bitch to a light show, I'm trying to hit niggas You can save all that small talk cause I'm a big nigga Asking what I want for a bow, you ain't got enough Me and Lik sliding in a jeep, trying to run it up I'm the type to still through a bullet with my hands tucked Jumping in some shit that you started a get your mans touched Oh I hit you and not dawg, I'm a double back He just paid twelve for a four and he coming back Finna a poor a six in a two, time for a nap Oh you pillow talking on me too, time for a nap How the f*ck I'ma bond with you when I'm out on bond? Brody upped blick on a nigga, he ran to the john I could make guns appear, I got a magic wand He thought I was dead in the streets, then he got embalmed Niggas scared to jump off the porch, need a chaperone Niggas scared to get on they feet, but I could put you on Niggas scared to cross that line, they know the danger zone I'll probably still press you like with your mans on Used to ask to plug for a front, now it's all cash Used to treat a bitch like I love her, now it's hit and dash Used to pray to God for some money, now I get it fast Used to run around with them blicks, I still a do yo ass, bitch 50 in the clip, be done put you on your shit, I was passing you a hoe I was giving you a bitch, how you know your nigga hitting And you kissed her on the lips, you don't care about the vid Man, I swear these niggas sick, I ain't talking bout Covid, it's a video, but f*ck it, we'll get to it later Let them niggas be mad over hoes, we'll get to the paper Don't ask if it's blowing, shit be gone before we get to the flavor Drop a 40 out the fully 40, couldn't get to the neighbors How the f*ck you gon' sell hard and you smoke it? How the f*ck they fired you for stealing, man, you bogus Runtz from Cali every Friday, and you notice Just know someone tired of the bitch you tryna go with Never put her on the pedestal, bruh, it's a dirty gang Infrared with flashlight, I hit that bitch from curry range Got that for defense, still do missions with a .38 Don't get shot in Beecher, that's a long way from Hurley gang
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