Lyrics:
punking it right, I'm punking it with all my might
She a lil' freak to me, a lil' freak for free and she drinking me up with no ice
I can put this shit
a hundred
On the way back to the pad
Lil bitch waiting on me bad
She want me hit it from the back
So ima tear it up
Then I'm a turn it up
Now we got them
the llello, you got the money
Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies
Every ounce betta bounce back
And every brick that I break up
It all betta flake
Hot though, I heat up when I touch her
Chica caliente
Got me rapping to merengue
I feel so el presidente
I?m runnin? shit and I?m lovin? it
She?s got
with? What ya want?
(Quavo)
Stick 'em up where it's at
I didn't shoot him but he had a heart attack
I've been drinkin', I've been smokin'
Dab
like you need med prescriptions
Blinded by the light that's shinning
got me feel epileptic
What's the sitch tho
Tell you how the flip go
Feeling easy
know
Burglary and all that shit
Turn up
I ran it up without a plan and I told em'
Follow me I know a way to get that bag
I was runnin' through the North
Pull up in the beam then she hop in
Poppin flexing on these bitches do it often
Saucing yeah lil baby know i got options
But she ain't worried
Cause she
back
I had to stack it and flip it to run it up,
I had some long nights in the trap,
I had them bundles on me,
I kept some hundreds on me (Yeah,
outside trynna get some stain
I'm outside really running my money up
You dickriding trynna get your funny up
Stack it and flip it they taught me to run it
like piano keys
Give me that shit, run it up
Maphisa the chef, he cook it up
Skippy making movie flicks he making movie hits
Nollies ollies, Postman
I'll do it by myself ion need no assist
Every nigga on my team gone be real rich
I got hustle ambitions cause Ian have shit
They think they know me
a strap by my waist cuz these niggas they hate
And I gotta keep it real cuz these niggas is fake
And They energy low so im raising the stakes
Heard I got it
that I got built up and it needs releasing
It's the weekend
Fuck a fifth, give me the liter
Took time off—they still ain't keep up
Bad lil bitch I'm
of pennies, steady count up what's mine, lil bitch there's fucking plenty
Sipping on that drink nigga you know it's that remy
Fucking all these bitches but they
got it all by myself, lil' nigga, I don't need a deal
I was in the trenches looking for a meal I ain't gon' stop till I get a meal
I stay protected
the slums, I be thuggin' lil' nigga
YoungBoy fucked up, I don't trust these niggas
Fuck them, me and you we could go and get it
Covered up in Gucci 'fore we
it
Riding with a Glock 23, these the 1 Jordans
Got a team full of shooters, we pull up scoring
Lil Yachty pulled up in a ah
Lil Boat just pulled
I'ma set up a booby trap in the traphouse, just in case they raid it
I got a lil' monkey on my back, I've been takin' Percocets daily
You need people
and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride
Shirt fits perfect off-white
Like snow
I just pulled it out
She said might i blow
Little foreign chick
She lives right by Rome
I walk up in her crib
She
lil' baby she nice, she pretty, she like Glocks and sticks
Flip the switch, watch it go crazy, she attracted by him
I can't take this lil' bitch, serious
folksnem on some shit, I had to pass the lo
Tryna make me a lil' flip like Brody passed the dope
Lil' niggas on some bullshit, I gave his ass the go
If I
a european sweet
Made her gobble up the meat
For a lil bit of tree wey lin hoe hoe
Weng shi was her twin so i gave sushi roll
Slid it slow got hibachi for
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