Ayy, niggas need to know I'm the bitch telling her
Grannie ain't her nama
I don't even want the bitch, I want her grannie and her mama
I done broke the bitch so much, I got her goin' through some trauma
All that SA's standin' by me, bitch, you know we bout the commas
Tried to swim up in the ocean, choppa ate him like Parahnas
He was dissin' on my niggas, now he switchin' state to state
Have that bitch to set you up I got you fallin' for the bait
100 rounds and 100 beams, the glock be lookin' overweight
Don't be shootin for no reason, I be tryin' to get him faced
I'm the sickest with the shit, you hear my shit and catch the flu
Nigga, get out my DMs and tellin' me what you gon' do
All that wolfin' and that naggin we gon' knock him out his shoe
She ain't tryna set the play, or get the bag, then bitch, we through
Think the Glock, got Gonorrhea, how it got this nigga burnt
Nigga said I won't pull up, I had to ask him, what we learnin'
I'm off a bottle in this bitch but shit, the perky got me turnt
Nigga talkin' my respect, well, nigga, gotta get it earned
He tryna fight, I'm tryna shoot this nigga, think he Dana White
Why you tryna throw the deuces when you know I got my pipe
He kept on flexin' with that bitch, so we gon' take that nigga ice
Up three bands from three bitches, man, that's somethin' hella light
Ayy, I got the tools to build the bitches up and break them bitches down
I don't got em sellin' pussy on the blade, they come around
Why you gettin' so much hate? Cause I'm the sickest in they town
Almost had to slap the bitch, she tried to play me like a clown
If you talkin' about that risk, well, that risk, I'm finna take
Me and Michael early mornin', wakin' up, then wakin' bake
This bitch got a pumpkin booty, how she get all of that cake
Can I touch it? Can I grab it? Tryna see if that bitch... oh rejection
Guess I hit her, then I miss
I was tryna f*ck you and your friend, bitch, that's past tense
Ayy, how you finna let that nigga hit? It got me flashin
Now she see me up, I'm tryna break her like a fraction
Ayy, take her to the room and beat her doonies on them matches
Said the pussy wet, I'm scuba divin' with a passion
Damn, this lil' bitch wet, she damn near drippin' on my fashion
And I ain't lookin' back at some of them niggas I been passin
Ayy, me and Michael cookin' up just like it's Rick and Morty
Drop your lo, tell me when to go, just like I'm an E-40
I keep a dirty stick up on my side, I call it Lil' Shorty
And bitch, I cannot be your baby daddy, better call Maury
Ayy, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, I cannot be a baby daddy, better call Maury
Ayy, said I keep a dirty stick up on my side, I call it Lil' Shorty
Ayy, nigga, bitch
Nigga
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Ayy, niggas need to know I'm the bitch telling her
Grannie ain't her nama
I don't even want the bitch, I want her grannie and her mama
I done broke the bitch so much, I got her goin' through some trauma
All that SA's standin' by me, bitch, you know we bout the commas
Tried to swim up in the ocean, choppa ate him like Parahnas
He was dissin' on my niggas, now he switchin' state to state
Have that bitch to set you up I got you fallin' for the bait
100 rounds and 100 beams, the glock be lookin' overweight
Don't be shootin for no reason, I be tryin' to get him faced
I'm the sickest with the shit, you hear my shit and catch the flu
Nigga, get out my DMs and tellin' me what you gon' do
All that wolfin' and that naggin we gon' knock him out his shoe
She ain't tryna set the play, or get the bag, then bitch, we through
Think the Glock, got Gonorrhea, how it got this nigga burnt
Nigga said I won't pull up, I had to ask him, what we learnin'
I'm off a bottle in this bitch but shit, the perky got me turnt
Nigga talkin' my respect, well, nigga, gotta get it earned
He tryna fight, I'm tryna shoot this nigga, think he Dana White
Why you tryna throw the deuces when you know I got my pipe
He kept on flexin' with that bitch, so we gon' take that nigga ice
Up three bands from three bitches, man, that's somethin' hella light
Ayy, I got the tools to build the bitches up and break them bitches down
I don't got em sellin' pussy on the blade, they come around
Why you gettin' so much hate? Cause I'm the sickest in they town
Almost had to slap the bitch, she tried to play me like a clown
If you talkin' about that risk, well, that risk, I'm finna take
Me and Michael early mornin', wakin' up, then wakin' bake
This bitch got a pumpkin booty, how she get all of that cake
Can I touch it? Can I grab it? Tryna see if that bitch... oh rejection
Guess I hit her, then I miss
I was tryna f*ck you and your friend, bitch, that's past tense
Ayy, how you finna let that nigga hit? It got me flashin
Now she see me up, I'm tryna break her like a fraction
Ayy, take her to the room and beat her doonies on them matches
Said the pussy wet, I'm scuba divin' with a passion
Damn, this lil' bitch wet, she damn near drippin' on my fashion
And I ain't lookin' back at some of them niggas I been passin
Ayy, me and Michael cookin' up just like it's Rick and Morty
Drop your lo, tell me when to go, just like I'm an E-40
I keep a dirty stick up on my side, I call it Lil' Shorty
And bitch, I cannot be your baby daddy, better call Maury
Ayy, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, I cannot be a baby daddy, better call Maury
Ayy, said I keep a dirty stick up on my side, I call it Lil' Shorty
Ayy, nigga, bitch
Nigga
Grannie ain't her nama
I don't even want the bitch, I want her grannie and her mama
I done broke the bitch so much, I got her goin' through some trauma
All that SA's standin' by me, bitch, you know we bout the commas
Tried to swim up in the ocean, choppa ate him like Parahnas
He was dissin' on my niggas, now he switchin' state to state
Have that bitch to set you up I got you fallin' for the bait
100 rounds and 100 beams, the glock be lookin' overweight
Don't be shootin for no reason, I be tryin' to get him faced
I'm the sickest with the shit, you hear my shit and catch the flu
Nigga, get out my DMs and tellin' me what you gon' do
All that wolfin' and that naggin we gon' knock him out his shoe
She ain't tryna set the play, or get the bag, then bitch, we through
Think the Glock, got Gonorrhea, how it got this nigga burnt
Nigga said I won't pull up, I had to ask him, what we learnin'
I'm off a bottle in this bitch but shit, the perky got me turnt
Nigga talkin' my respect, well, nigga, gotta get it earned
He tryna fight, I'm tryna shoot this nigga, think he Dana White
Why you tryna throw the deuces when you know I got my pipe
He kept on flexin' with that bitch, so we gon' take that nigga ice
Up three bands from three bitches, man, that's somethin' hella light
Ayy, I got the tools to build the bitches up and break them bitches down
I don't got em sellin' pussy on the blade, they come around
Why you gettin' so much hate? Cause I'm the sickest in they town
Almost had to slap the bitch, she tried to play me like a clown
If you talkin' about that risk, well, that risk, I'm finna take
Me and Michael early mornin', wakin' up, then wakin' bake
This bitch got a pumpkin booty, how she get all of that cake
Can I touch it? Can I grab it? Tryna see if that bitch... oh rejection
Guess I hit her, then I miss
I was tryna f*ck you and your friend, bitch, that's past tense
Ayy, how you finna let that nigga hit? It got me flashin
Now she see me up, I'm tryna break her like a fraction
Ayy, take her to the room and beat her doonies on them matches
Said the pussy wet, I'm scuba divin' with a passion
Damn, this lil' bitch wet, she damn near drippin' on my fashion
And I ain't lookin' back at some of them niggas I been passin
Ayy, me and Michael cookin' up just like it's Rick and Morty
Drop your lo, tell me when to go, just like I'm an E-40
I keep a dirty stick up on my side, I call it Lil' Shorty
And bitch, I cannot be your baby daddy, better call Maury
Ayy, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, I cannot be a baby daddy, better call Maury
Ayy, said I keep a dirty stick up on my side, I call it Lil' Shorty
Ayy, nigga, bitch
Nigga
Writer: Amar Bandz
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