Lyrics:
Hold up! My drawers are in my crack, pass the tape
Time to activate, and ejaculate
This is the period where I menstruate (what)
I meant to say
Mister Doty I don't know what to believe
Is it better to forget what doesn't happen to me
Even though you say what's on your mind
Backed by
a get hectic
Niggas know how we bummin'
Brand new FN and it's tucked by my stomach
Bad bitch told me put it in her stomach
I been getting perky's from her
the sprinter van
I'm sprinting in
I'm so used to this
I can reminisce
Watch the bitch wreck
Bitch I ran it up, said i'm big blessed
I count hunnids baby, yea i
stay focused on pocketin' me a million
I do this for the children, from the block of Millman
Trappin' out the Hilton, speaker box was built then
You
me in prison, ayy, ayy
I'm feelin' like Kyle (Huh?)
They're wishin' that I was the
Victim but I overcame i am not guilty
They just gon' be mad when
hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (count racks)
For this life we live, on my mama, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('bout that)
I'm 'bout that
I'm 'bout
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
in the Bentley truck
This week fucked the bitch with the bigger butt
Next week my kids going into her
Pop a pill bend and drill how I finish her
2 Fast
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
You should know I'm here so
No matter how you feel
You can count on me
And when this life gets hard
In those moments
You can count on me
Life can feel
down not picking up the pace
All i want is to be selling out the show
I hop in that foreign just to count my dough
Yeah I still got feelings but that's
Im in my phone all day, not texting bitches
Im gettin richer, I try to paint it for you, you don't get the picture
Taking risks and I prosper
Trappin
more racks till a nigga get dizzy (Count em, racks)
Stunt on my ho I don't care if she miss me (Bitch)
Pretty face all in my lap, she tryna kiss me
Boy, you got me helpless
Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit
I'm helpless
Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em
I have never been
we living In a cold world
I get it bro as I grew older
I realized time is ticking yo
I can't be tripping no
Money saved up
Used to count me out
Now you
Bitch
This beat made by who?
Yeahh
I shoot shit
I'm a small forward
I'm a point guard
All fours on my drank
Bitch And my joints hard
Imma yoink cards
I've completely lost it
Is he nuts? No, he's insane
If you could count the skeletons in my closet
Under my bed and up under my faucet
Then you
in, walked in, this Bentley truck is crawlin'
Gucci sweatsuit, yeah, they thought I was joggin'
I'm just gettin' these frontends, these backends,
me
Elizabeth, this is a big one, I mean a dewe-dewe
Doogie, Howser, cause see I'm like Bowser
Kickin' it with the sha-na-na-na, the t-shirt,
I guess you caught me I was another bender again
Reflecting on the past I really wish we could be friends
But life goes by in flash I thought it'd
A team that's militant
A down ass woman by your side that get it in
The realest, I love this feeling
If you don't have a team that's militant you
and beyond, baby, I'm the one, one, one
They was tryna count me out
Had a couple real ones with me when I was in the motherfuckin' drought
Got a couple
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