Babygirl you my fanta
My orange lil soda
Yeah lil bitch you my crush
I put that purp in my drank
Poured up a four of that syrup
That wock in my slush
Make a hit
Every beat that I touch
And I wonder
Will it be enough
I don't miss
I don't aim from the clutch
Bag a bitch
She the baddest
She want my baguette
So I fed her dick with her lunch
I'm movin' different
I feel elite
Like I'm Dav
In my lane
How I work on my touch
Talking that shit
We could just run up your spot
My niggas like grabba
They punch
I had a baddie
She like Betty Boop
So I picked her up
I just wanna hunch
But it's not enough
Cuz all that I do
Is make heat
I'm here waiting
For props
Y'all don't show me love
I keep a glock in my lap
Reach under the seat
Know that I got me some heat
I'm in Detroit with my pistons
And I popped a pistol
I think that my first name is Pete
What would you do when you all alone
Like I wish that I had a clone
Like I got no one in my circle
If baby a bitch then I might just throw her a bone
I had a bitch from the six
She listen to Party
And now she moved into next door
Bring her in then she take off her clothes
Spend the night but then you gotta go
Oh no
Oh no oh no
My nigga I tweaked
I caught myself catching feelings when I had a bitch in my sheets
Keepin' it player
I'm keepin' it P
Off of the molly
She wettin' the sheets
She call me daddy
She makin' a scene
Her note is a C
She want me to teach
Babygirl you my fanta
My orange lil soda
Yeah lil bitch you my crush
I put that purp in my drank
Poured up a four of that syrup
That wock in my slush
Make a hit
Every beat that I touch
And I wonder
Will it be enough
I don't miss
I don't aim from the clutch
Bag a bitch
She the baddest
She want my baguette
So I fed her dick with her lunch
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Babygirl you my fanta
My orange lil soda
Yeah lil bitch you my crush
I put that purp in my drank
Poured up a four of that syrup
That wock in my slush
Make a hit
Every beat that I touch
And I wonder
Will it be enough
I don't miss
I don't aim from the clutch
Bag a bitch
She the baddest
She want my baguette
So I fed her dick with her lunch
I'm movin' different
I feel elite
Like I'm Dav
In my lane
How I work on my touch
Talking that shit
We could just run up your spot
My niggas like grabba
They punch
I had a baddie
She like Betty Boop
So I picked her up
I just wanna hunch
But it's not enough
Cuz all that I do
Is make heat
I'm here waiting
For props
Y'all don't show me love
I keep a glock in my lap
Reach under the seat
Know that I got me some heat
I'm in Detroit with my pistons
And I popped a pistol
I think that my first name is Pete
What would you do when you all alone
Like I wish that I had a clone
Like I got no one in my circle
If baby a bitch then I might just throw her a bone
I had a bitch from the six
She listen to Party
And now she moved into next door
Bring her in then she take off her clothes
Spend the night but then you gotta go
Oh no
Oh no oh no
My nigga I tweaked
I caught myself catching feelings when I had a bitch in my sheets
Keepin' it player
I'm keepin' it P
Off of the molly
She wettin' the sheets
She call me daddy
She makin' a scene
Her note is a C
She want me to teach
Babygirl you my fanta
My orange lil soda
Yeah lil bitch you my crush
I put that purp in my drank
Poured up a four of that syrup
That wock in my slush
Make a hit
Every beat that I touch
And I wonder
Will it be enough
I don't miss
I don't aim from the clutch
Bag a bitch
She the baddest
She want my baguette
So I fed her dick with her lunch
My orange lil soda
Yeah lil bitch you my crush
I put that purp in my drank
Poured up a four of that syrup
That wock in my slush
Make a hit
Every beat that I touch
And I wonder
Will it be enough
I don't miss
I don't aim from the clutch
Bag a bitch
She the baddest
She want my baguette
So I fed her dick with her lunch
I'm movin' different
I feel elite
Like I'm Dav
In my lane
How I work on my touch
Talking that shit
We could just run up your spot
My niggas like grabba
They punch
I had a baddie
She like Betty Boop
So I picked her up
I just wanna hunch
But it's not enough
Cuz all that I do
Is make heat
I'm here waiting
For props
Y'all don't show me love
I keep a glock in my lap
Reach under the seat
Know that I got me some heat
I'm in Detroit with my pistons
And I popped a pistol
I think that my first name is Pete
What would you do when you all alone
Like I wish that I had a clone
Like I got no one in my circle
If baby a bitch then I might just throw her a bone
I had a bitch from the six
She listen to Party
And now she moved into next door
Bring her in then she take off her clothes
Spend the night but then you gotta go
Oh no
Oh no oh no
My nigga I tweaked
I caught myself catching feelings when I had a bitch in my sheets
Keepin' it player
I'm keepin' it P
Off of the molly
She wettin' the sheets
She call me daddy
She makin' a scene
Her note is a C
She want me to teach
Babygirl you my fanta
My orange lil soda
Yeah lil bitch you my crush
I put that purp in my drank
Poured up a four of that syrup
That wock in my slush
Make a hit
Every beat that I touch
And I wonder
Will it be enough
I don't miss
I don't aim from the clutch
Bag a bitch
She the baddest
She want my baguette
So I fed her dick with her lunch
Writer: Jamil Pandey
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