Lyrics:
she never read that book by Nabokov
God damn you Sara stop being a bitch
I'm cold and I'm hungry I'll sit in this ditch
Take me to Bisbee start pulling
an obstacle
Just wanna hang somewhere so tropical
Baby don't stop, when she's riding on top its phenomenal
Stick me on beats its unstoppable, wrist gotta get
a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never
a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound
nigga
Bitch I'm 2-4 so stop calling
Me a blood nigga man these niggas gone
Make me call my gun dealer
In the fucking club we might
Shoot it up nigga
I be
change like one, two, three
And now I won’t go 'til you make me
Pour more drinks I ain’t had enough
All these cups ain’t adding up (Adding up)
One by one
whoa my
Let it shine in the night whoa in the night
Mix that lean with that sprite whoa get me right yea
I've been going all in, aw man we been balling
wanna call Missy and beg me, (who) ooh beg me beg me
Dag I'm very scary
Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie
Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry
the club jumpin
Bzzz I'm buzzin
Tell a friend tell a cousin
Ain't no bluffin
Stop the judgment
Get yo head bumpin
Work at what you lack
Lift that weight up
niggas, better go back inside
Nigga, I ain't gon' stop
Don't run on me, cause I stay with that mop
Yeah, and I ain't gon' flop
I done chopped off the top
gon give that top
When I bust she stop and the box to the left
Still a diva but not for me
And I got options on deck
Money on my mind but it's followed
its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from
yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, bitch, she all on me
Like, stop calling me, I got her like, stop stalling me
If you wasn't down with me, when I'm up, you can't
Yuh
Off my shit like Rango. Off these hicks like Django
Yeah
Let's get it
Mix any thang with some cocaine, Maybe I'll die
Course through my veins.
they had played me made hits in the basement
Switch the location hell no I can't claim it can't take no pics she gon lie say that we dating
That hoe know
new birkin it cost me a key
Gotta stay with the strap now
Popping bottles club now
Got nick on the mix now
More bitches in the mix now
What’s the vibes
you can't see up in my window
These niggas don't understand me 'cause I'm Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi's wit' a big Glock nine handy
Pieced
you played it
But don't knock it 'til you tried!
Visibility high, plaid
Mix and match and combine
Camo, ammo in the caddy shack
And they asking me: Why?
drainers that's a sin
Plotting ways to make money flexible
Hitting a back bend
In the 700 club
Which takes me higher than a drug
Going for 800 I'm someone
We mix our tears with blood
No clock will stop for us
It ticks by
We fight as hard as we love
We've got a vicious love
[Verse 2]
When I go out alone
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
up, I say what get down
Can't stop drop, can't flock, most of all I can't stop
Wreck my hand-cuffs and fightin' bullies in the sandbox
Method-cal,
decided to leave and get
His rap on elsewhere
Ask me if they care and I
Give you a stare like no
You can't cope, they dope, but outtie
Fools that follow
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