Eyes get wide when I pull the truck through
I'm out for myself Lil' bitch, yo f*ck you
I'ma keep my eyes open, scale and the Pyrex
So much gold ya boi looking like a pirate
Hold up, bitch, we stay moving like clouds
You only worried bout me cuz you tryna get some clout
Dropped some shortcuts, y'all taking the routes
Bitch don't want shit unless I'm getting in her mouth
Call me teflon chest, pull up outside
Rims shiny looking so clean like Tide
I'ma f*ck your bitch, I'ma get her wide open
Gold teeth in my mouth, looking like a token
Any time I drop a pen, truest words spoken
Riding in a 2020 while your shit smoking
Trapping out the crib, got the back door open
Got your bitch swinging like the f*cking french open, Star
Here's a Lil' something for you bustas, yeah
I'm smoking on crack, that bitch looking like a snack
Hoe you don't even rap, you know I got the strap
Lesbian bitch got the strap, you know I f*cking trap
I wrap up your body, you better not tell somebody
Your bitch suck on my salami, puff, puff, puff
You ain't so tough, tough, tough
Bitch we rough, rough, rough
We got the stuff, stuff
You gon' get cuffed, your bitch gon' get stuffed
Kill you and turn it into a snuff film
Go back to my house and count all my mils
Go back to the trap and sell all the pills
You'd better STFU before your blood spills
I just made a band cuz joey need a refill
I'm in the trap showing all my skills
I don't need to pay bills, I'ma sell shit from here to Nashville
Nashville, bitch! Pussy!
Try to f*cking catch me down the road, buster
I'm gonna cop this f*cking flour cuz it gives me power
I'm seeing all this shit inside of my mind
I can't even grace bitch I'll f*cking make you blind
Making all these moves, I got enough to move a mountain
Catch me flipping out my pistol while I'm in f*cking Boston
Got enough bags secured in the back
And I'm not f*cking Viper I don't need to smome crack
What the f*ck you doing? what the f*ck you tryna say?
I'm selling hella kilos to afford a gazebo
Getting them bitches on my lap, while they're making them clap
Let me f*cking tap that ass, I'll show you where it's at
I'll never tell you all my secrets, now I know you're a rat
If I f*cking find out we're gonna f*cking start a wrath!
Definite Video (MV)
Performed By: The Fuccbois
Language: English
Length: 3:48
Written by: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter
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Eyes get wide when I pull the truck through
I'm out for myself Lil' bitch, yo f*ck you
I'ma keep my eyes open, scale and the Pyrex
So much gold ya boi looking like a pirate
Hold up, bitch, we stay moving like clouds
You only worried bout me cuz you tryna get some clout
Dropped some shortcuts, y'all taking the routes
Bitch don't want shit unless I'm getting in her mouth
Call me teflon chest, pull up outside
Rims shiny looking so clean like Tide
I'ma f*ck your bitch, I'ma get her wide open
Gold teeth in my mouth, looking like a token
Any time I drop a pen, truest words spoken
Riding in a 2020 while your shit smoking
Trapping out the crib, got the back door open
Got your bitch swinging like the f*cking french open, Star
Here's a Lil' something for you bustas, yeah
I'm smoking on crack, that bitch looking like a snack
Hoe you don't even rap, you know I got the strap
Lesbian bitch got the strap, you know I f*cking trap
I wrap up your body, you better not tell somebody
Your bitch suck on my salami, puff, puff, puff
You ain't so tough, tough, tough
Bitch we rough, rough, rough
We got the stuff, stuff
You gon' get cuffed, your bitch gon' get stuffed
Kill you and turn it into a snuff film
Go back to my house and count all my mils
Go back to the trap and sell all the pills
You'd better STFU before your blood spills
I just made a band cuz joey need a refill
I'm in the trap showing all my skills
I don't need to pay bills, I'ma sell shit from here to Nashville
Nashville, bitch! Pussy!
Try to f*cking catch me down the road, buster
I'm gonna cop this f*cking flour cuz it gives me power
I'm seeing all this shit inside of my mind
I can't even grace bitch I'll f*cking make you blind
Making all these moves, I got enough to move a mountain
Catch me flipping out my pistol while I'm in f*cking Boston
Got enough bags secured in the back
And I'm not f*cking Viper I don't need to smome crack
What the f*ck you doing? what the f*ck you tryna say?
I'm selling hella kilos to afford a gazebo
Getting them bitches on my lap, while they're making them clap
Let me f*cking tap that ass, I'll show you where it's at
I'll never tell you all my secrets, now I know you're a rat
If I f*cking find out we're gonna f*cking start a wrath!
I'm out for myself Lil' bitch, yo f*ck you
I'ma keep my eyes open, scale and the Pyrex
So much gold ya boi looking like a pirate
Hold up, bitch, we stay moving like clouds
You only worried bout me cuz you tryna get some clout
Dropped some shortcuts, y'all taking the routes
Bitch don't want shit unless I'm getting in her mouth
Call me teflon chest, pull up outside
Rims shiny looking so clean like Tide
I'ma f*ck your bitch, I'ma get her wide open
Gold teeth in my mouth, looking like a token
Any time I drop a pen, truest words spoken
Riding in a 2020 while your shit smoking
Trapping out the crib, got the back door open
Got your bitch swinging like the f*cking french open, Star
Here's a Lil' something for you bustas, yeah
I'm smoking on crack, that bitch looking like a snack
Hoe you don't even rap, you know I got the strap
Lesbian bitch got the strap, you know I f*cking trap
I wrap up your body, you better not tell somebody
Your bitch suck on my salami, puff, puff, puff
You ain't so tough, tough, tough
Bitch we rough, rough, rough
We got the stuff, stuff
You gon' get cuffed, your bitch gon' get stuffed
Kill you and turn it into a snuff film
Go back to my house and count all my mils
Go back to the trap and sell all the pills
You'd better STFU before your blood spills
I just made a band cuz joey need a refill
I'm in the trap showing all my skills
I don't need to pay bills, I'ma sell shit from here to Nashville
Nashville, bitch! Pussy!
Try to f*cking catch me down the road, buster
I'm gonna cop this f*cking flour cuz it gives me power
I'm seeing all this shit inside of my mind
I can't even grace bitch I'll f*cking make you blind
Making all these moves, I got enough to move a mountain
Catch me flipping out my pistol while I'm in f*cking Boston
Got enough bags secured in the back
And I'm not f*cking Viper I don't need to smome crack
What the f*ck you doing? what the f*ck you tryna say?
I'm selling hella kilos to afford a gazebo
Getting them bitches on my lap, while they're making them clap
Let me f*cking tap that ass, I'll show you where it's at
I'll never tell you all my secrets, now I know you're a rat
If I f*cking find out we're gonna f*cking start a wrath!
Writer: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid