Lyrics:
Glock bitch it came with extensions
Like who is you?
Nigga bitch I am never ever missing
Mr magic three swervo
Really bout that action
Nigga yelling gang
I know that you're lyin
I'm sellin', who buyin'
In the kitchen, water whippin', and now
Look at my lil' bitch, she lookin' too fine
All of my niggas,
smoke foul joints let that be the reason
Goin nowhere fast always ready to blast
No time to sleep do the shit in my past
I'm just a killa
doin in that addy
She said 'cause you my baby, I be stuntin' like my daddy
And there's not many who catch my eye
We both wearin' Gucci, she match my
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
of the school
Lil bitch I don't know you, who the fuck are you?
I got a bad bitch movin' weight
She movin' big packs out of state
I got a bad bitch, so bad
Told
be a broke nigga (rich nigga)
Broke niggas, I can never get along with them!
Always been hated since a little nigga (always)
It's forever, pussy
Then there won't be no case
Cause these mothafuckas talk
But never walking the walk
They telling me that I'm pussy
I promise I got the balls
I'ma break
hundred thousand, just me and my homie
Lurkin', we loaded all the way until the mornin'
Get a bad lil' bitch so I can bone her
Nawf 38, posted on that
Bad chick looking all small I don't get tired
I just pull up lamb skin on the inside
Bae I been hurt, this shit ain't personal
Lean I be sipping just
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
for any mothafucka that be thinkin' they are better
Y'all countin' swiss, I be stacking' up the cheddar
They say, "Who He?"
Lil' bitch, that's me
I know
Ill fuck wit ya wit no strings attached
Mrs.officer i hear the sirens cancel the dispatch
Tell me who wanted you more than me
Ill stick around and see
bitch, Mr. J again
Popping out w my lil white bitch, hoping that she bring her friend
Yes indeed I hit her once I'm knowing I could hit again
Just for
Bad lil, bad lil, oh Bad lil, oh
Got a chop and i leave it on the scene
Got a bad lil bitch for the team
She want dick everyday, she a fiend
She be
monopoly
I'm tryna see where you wanna
Go many options
It's honestly got to be hard to
Pick a single spot so pick
Cautiously
(Maybe a lil bit something
Yeah, I be drippin' like, Boo-Hoo
Leave a print on her ass like I'm Blues Clues
Swipe through the gram, who to choose?
I got so many hoes, I got so
but I do this on my own
Yeah, you mothafuckas up on daddy money, bitch I'm grown
Bunch of sorry ass bitches only looking for attention
Yeah, you say you
On my name for
Mr. houly
He's gone run
the whole fucking world
He's gonna be
On all the billboards
An in your tv screens
No This ain't a dream
And I put
drugs
Poppin' Molly, rolling weed up
Who am I, Pusha T I'm from the Vi
R-G add another I, N-IA, and they hate
When they see me ridin' by, skinny tires
on you ain’t the one to bad mouth,
Be cautious who the fuck u talkin’ bad bout,
I hop on your feature then I got to take the trash out,
I don’t hang with
vision
Ballin' like I'm MJ, fade away lil' nigga
That bitch bad, Kim K, fade away I'm wit her
She a lost cause, lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
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