Ayy, I need all the pretty bitches comin' to the stage man, I don't care what you look like
What race you is, everybody come to the stage for real, this for y'all
Ayy, alright, look, ayy I'm feelin' high tech in this bitch, ayy
I could put it on nails, baby, put it on my tab
I could take you to Chanel, your favorite color you can grab
I flip the work and make it stack, these niggas know I'm in my bag
I'm bout my cheese, buck teeth, these niggas know I'm about my cash
And don't disrespect my girl, niggas know I'm finna spaz, and that pussy top tier
I could never put you last, nice smile with soft skin, man I love your pretty ass
Any bitch I have before you, you could throw them in the trash, bum
Anytime you need, you can call and I'ma come
Oh you want a new purse, lets hit the mall up just for fun,
Man the sex so fire, but you always try to run and I will never try to cheat, I can never be that dumb
And I ain't worried bout your ex, that nigga fumbled like a chump
I'm a well mannered nigga, plus I stay with a gun,
You can call me steering wheel, how young nigga spun,
I just took my first L and the word is in love
Baby when you call I come right there baby, aye
Baby when you call Ill be
Aye 1-0,
I ain't never played when it came to you, soon as I see your name on the caller ID you know I'm pulling up
1-0, aye, ay
And I'm curving every girl compared to you, these bitches ugly,
You don't gotta compete with no bitch cause they can't f*ck with me
I ain't worried bout your ex, honestly he just look up to niggas, know I play ball
So they know it ain't no punk to me, but back to me and you, no need for us to speak redundantly
I'm almighty CNS and the C just need your company, walking green flag
So I know you put your trust in me, this like Death Row, like India, just know you stuck with me
Man my baby she a trophy, swear to God that I'm so thankful,
I went from texting all these demons to facetiming with an angel,
I respect you cause you loyal and you do just what I say so,
And when it come down to you I'm super quick to spend these pesos,
And for you I'm dropping hoes, lets block em both and throw tomatoes,
Tryna put you in that Bentley and make it blue just like I'm Quavo
Said your ex was a devil, he ran up and left with halos, what the f*ck I look like running
My favorite rapper name is Drakeo, bum
Right there baby, baby when you call
I'mma let y'all sing the hook shit, y'all know the song
Look I could tell y'all about the story how I blitzed him up in traffic
Aye I could tell y'all about the story how I blitzed him up in traffic
But now I think it's time I start to give you niggas captions
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Ayy, I need all the pretty bitches comin' to the stage man, I don't care what you look like
What race you is, everybody come to the stage for real, this for y'all
Ayy, alright, look, ayy I'm feelin' high tech in this bitch, ayy
I could put it on nails, baby, put it on my tab
I could take you to Chanel, your favorite color you can grab
I flip the work and make it stack, these niggas know I'm in my bag
I'm bout my cheese, buck teeth, these niggas know I'm about my cash
And don't disrespect my girl, niggas know I'm finna spaz, and that pussy top tier
I could never put you last, nice smile with soft skin, man I love your pretty ass
Any bitch I have before you, you could throw them in the trash, bum
Anytime you need, you can call and I'ma come
Oh you want a new purse, lets hit the mall up just for fun,
Man the sex so fire, but you always try to run and I will never try to cheat, I can never be that dumb
And I ain't worried bout your ex, that nigga fumbled like a chump
I'm a well mannered nigga, plus I stay with a gun,
You can call me steering wheel, how young nigga spun,
I just took my first L and the word is in love
Baby when you call I come right there baby, aye
Baby when you call Ill be
Aye 1-0,
I ain't never played when it came to you, soon as I see your name on the caller ID you know I'm pulling up
1-0, aye, ay
And I'm curving every girl compared to you, these bitches ugly,
You don't gotta compete with no bitch cause they can't f*ck with me
I ain't worried bout your ex, honestly he just look up to niggas, know I play ball
So they know it ain't no punk to me, but back to me and you, no need for us to speak redundantly
I'm almighty CNS and the C just need your company, walking green flag
So I know you put your trust in me, this like Death Row, like India, just know you stuck with me
Man my baby she a trophy, swear to God that I'm so thankful,
I went from texting all these demons to facetiming with an angel,
I respect you cause you loyal and you do just what I say so,
And when it come down to you I'm super quick to spend these pesos,
And for you I'm dropping hoes, lets block em both and throw tomatoes,
Tryna put you in that Bentley and make it blue just like I'm Quavo
Said your ex was a devil, he ran up and left with halos, what the f*ck I look like running
My favorite rapper name is Drakeo, bum
Right there baby, baby when you call
I'mma let y'all sing the hook shit, y'all know the song
Look I could tell y'all about the story how I blitzed him up in traffic
Aye I could tell y'all about the story how I blitzed him up in traffic
But now I think it's time I start to give you niggas captions
What race you is, everybody come to the stage for real, this for y'all
Ayy, alright, look, ayy I'm feelin' high tech in this bitch, ayy
I could put it on nails, baby, put it on my tab
I could take you to Chanel, your favorite color you can grab
I flip the work and make it stack, these niggas know I'm in my bag
I'm bout my cheese, buck teeth, these niggas know I'm about my cash
And don't disrespect my girl, niggas know I'm finna spaz, and that pussy top tier
I could never put you last, nice smile with soft skin, man I love your pretty ass
Any bitch I have before you, you could throw them in the trash, bum
Anytime you need, you can call and I'ma come
Oh you want a new purse, lets hit the mall up just for fun,
Man the sex so fire, but you always try to run and I will never try to cheat, I can never be that dumb
And I ain't worried bout your ex, that nigga fumbled like a chump
I'm a well mannered nigga, plus I stay with a gun,
You can call me steering wheel, how young nigga spun,
I just took my first L and the word is in love
Baby when you call I come right there baby, aye
Baby when you call Ill be
Aye 1-0,
I ain't never played when it came to you, soon as I see your name on the caller ID you know I'm pulling up
1-0, aye, ay
And I'm curving every girl compared to you, these bitches ugly,
You don't gotta compete with no bitch cause they can't f*ck with me
I ain't worried bout your ex, honestly he just look up to niggas, know I play ball
So they know it ain't no punk to me, but back to me and you, no need for us to speak redundantly
I'm almighty CNS and the C just need your company, walking green flag
So I know you put your trust in me, this like Death Row, like India, just know you stuck with me
Man my baby she a trophy, swear to God that I'm so thankful,
I went from texting all these demons to facetiming with an angel,
I respect you cause you loyal and you do just what I say so,
And when it come down to you I'm super quick to spend these pesos,
And for you I'm dropping hoes, lets block em both and throw tomatoes,
Tryna put you in that Bentley and make it blue just like I'm Quavo
Said your ex was a devil, he ran up and left with halos, what the f*ck I look like running
My favorite rapper name is Drakeo, bum
Right there baby, baby when you call
I'mma let y'all sing the hook shit, y'all know the song
Look I could tell y'all about the story how I blitzed him up in traffic
Aye I could tell y'all about the story how I blitzed him up in traffic
But now I think it's time I start to give you niggas captions
Writer: Almighty Cns
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