Yeah, yeah
I get a backend for all of my shows
She keep checking my phone for hoes
I keep a stick everywhere that I go
Got a new bitch everywhere that I go
She wanna f*ck everywhere that we go
Say that I changed but I'm outside getting racks
Man I'm trying to up my rank
And I don't f*ck, with none of them lame ass niggas
Most of them niggas be fake
She know I get fly as hell
She tryna f*ck up the YSL
I'm on her ass like some cottonelle
I don't wanna f*ck but I wanted some head cause she bad as hell
Wockhardt in my body, I keep wockhardt in my cup
She got a twin
I might f*ck them both cause one bitch ain't enough
If she got a friend
Tell her bring that bitch cause it's like two of us
Me and my mans
We ride AMG, We don't ride no tour bus
I still tote my Glock in public
I can't trust no nigga around me
These f*ck niggas see me going up
Why they still plotting on trying to down me?
I don't give no f*ck about no beef I keep this bitch right around me
Still rocking hoodies in the summer I keep that Rhude shit on my body
Pop out I'm rocking all black when I switch up my fit
I might slide on the bitch ass nigga
Catch me a hat I don't want no shit bag hit me a head Glock rip that nigga
I really be chilling I ain't worried bout killing
I pay a little nigga to go get that nigga
Man he in his feelings bout these little bitches
I'm f*cking these bitches I make it look simple
Bout to cop me a brand new track need all black paint
Whip out a hunnid A little bitch of faint
They see what I do and they know that they can't
Spinning a widebody I'll f*ck up the paint
Diamonds like water they came out the sank
Flexing that cup that shit fake drank
Real perc pills, these shit heal pain
Dog shit by the load know I get real thangs
Pop out diamonds hit for some they look like the Atlantic
Say he bout that smoke I up a Glock that pussy nigga a panic
Said she love me And she love you
You can't keep her that bitch damaged
I got money in the safe
Put racks to face
Her plans to canceled
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