Gwan V Clone

Ya Bitch Nigga Chillin' in the hills with a bitch, I don't know her name Walkin' round looking like a lick, he a fuckin' stain Walkin' round lookin' like a lick, ice in my chain Let a niggas think shit's sweet, get to smackin' brains Servin' dope on a fuckin' block, watchin' for the cops burglar bar doors at the trap while I'm servin' wok How he got mossanite, diamonds in his damn watch Man, that shit fake, and I swear these niggas need to stop Stop that shit, bitch Eight hundred for the Louis belt and that shit plain Eight hundred credit score, I'm finna rent a fuckin' plane I'm Not at the trap, so I'm watchin' through the fuckin' ring Nigga said he gon' do this and that, I'll blow your brain glide on this motherfuckin' block, I'll bring you pain Two Glocks in the fuckin' whip like Max Payne Bitch got me goin' fuckin' crazy, got good brain Got good brain Smokin' out the pound of the Zookies and I'm gettin' high Bitch said she don't suck dick, you a fuckin' lie Five plays, just hit my phone, said they need a pie You ain't graduated, so you wouldn't know that's a hole Playin' putt-putt with my bitch, got it in a hole Downs set Hutt, across state, I get him gone I serve anything you need, just hit my phone Bitch got me madder than a bitch, told her go home Pourin' pint in a two liter, got me feelin' gone Turned, up the a motherfuckin' stage, now I'm goin' home 4.6 of exotic, smoke it to the dome Bitch should've played football, she got good dome Richer than a bitch, so I had her take her ass home Nigga touched down in my city, better phone home Richer than a bitch, I should've had a Gwan V clone