LOOK
B Shiesty
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Ain't no more games with these bitches man Ain't no more games with these bitches nigga Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh (Yeah, yeah, let go) Look at these hoes, I'm letting them go They be fucking on niggas but mad bout' a post Got a brand new pistol, I'm letting it blow She keep flashing a nigga she think it's a show Got a hoe in the Citgo on a pole Got a toothpick poked in a Backwood smoking dope That's a roach motherfucker I'm still gon puff it You is not gon' control me, I'm not your little puppet I am not connected a PS5, she a green ass hoe like a chive I just pulled up on bae for to show her a ride I pull up to the crib and a nigga outside Got my glock on me lil baby know that I'm clutchin' I'ma speak to the niggs fore' I get to dumping "Okay, cool you can walk off", then a nigga get wet like some hot sauce She gon' cough on this dick leave some cough drops Her shit wet as the f*ck like a soaked mop I was rolling that dutch, I got pissed off I was licking that bitch, it was not getting sticky We was deep in the trenches, I'm clutching my forty If you bring out the Henny, you know we got Shorties I'ma mix up some wok, like the new Rick and Morty Almost hit that lil bit, she was tryna record me If you want for to post me you better reward me Bitch I'm up right now, and I keep on morphing They rebounding the bullets you think that they horsing I might get me a Gina, be Billy and Georgie That's a trash ass bar, I ain't fearing nobody He get hit with the pump like we landed at Snobby You be pillow talking you get hit till you sousing Got away from that girl she kept on trying to doubt me I got love it ain't never as big as accounts be I'ma Klarna her gift, then I get out the way, I'ma need me a rift Had to go get a whip, I had too many lifts I know we got more for to say, "Why we focused on this?" I don't answer your calls you just giving me lip When I am on the dope, I get high as a blimp Put yo bitch off some coke, she gon' call me a pimp I got nothing to say, I was smoking a skimp In a luxury whip with lowest of tints I might move out of Aubrey, I'm tired of the feds Caught my shit bad twice, want to fill them with lead I was thinking too hard, I just heard what you said I'm finna get back to the car, I got tired of her head I ain't beat my shit in a minute, I bust in the bed I got to the range with the motherfucking mag, I'ma dump I'm finna put fifty in him, he gon' die David Ruffin Will finish the rest of the job if equipped with switchy Would think he a serial killer he laughing like Mickey I gotta go get away in the Hemi When you look at my jacket, I know you gon' miss me On that spy shit rotting a pole in a Bentley I won't need no more guns when I go get the Remi That Remington, that shot'll cost a ton
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