Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Took ya bitch to Malibu
That somethin I had to do
She neckin me like turkey
You mad tryna murk me
Jus kno you ain't bout it
Jus kno you always doubt it
Disrespect, ion allow it
So I never leave without it
All that flexin an that frontin you actin hella tuff
Cappin ass nigga I eat you, captain crunch
An yo hoe is gettin at me I guess you not enough
Don't be bitter, be better cuz I got the Midas touch
Pourin up the medicine
Out my feelings in her bed
Smashin for the hell of it
She make me throwin Benjamin's
Her fake love so evident
She tryna stay relevant
She tryna stay an etiquette
She a dirty hoe wit no benefits
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
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Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Took ya bitch to Malibu
That somethin I had to do
She neckin me like turkey
You mad tryna murk me
Jus kno you ain't bout it
Jus kno you always doubt it
Disrespect, ion allow it
So I never leave without it
All that flexin an that frontin you actin hella tuff
Cappin ass nigga I eat you, captain crunch
An yo hoe is gettin at me I guess you not enough
Don't be bitter, be better cuz I got the Midas touch
Pourin up the medicine
Out my feelings in her bed
Smashin for the hell of it
She make me throwin Benjamin's
Her fake love so evident
She tryna stay relevant
She tryna stay an etiquette
She a dirty hoe wit no benefits
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Took ya bitch to Malibu
That somethin I had to do
She neckin me like turkey
You mad tryna murk me
Jus kno you ain't bout it
Jus kno you always doubt it
Disrespect, ion allow it
So I never leave without it
All that flexin an that frontin you actin hella tuff
Cappin ass nigga I eat you, captain crunch
An yo hoe is gettin at me I guess you not enough
Don't be bitter, be better cuz I got the Midas touch
Pourin up the medicine
Out my feelings in her bed
Smashin for the hell of it
She make me throwin Benjamin's
Her fake love so evident
She tryna stay relevant
She tryna stay an etiquette
She a dirty hoe wit no benefits
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Touchdown in biscayne
Smokin on sum dank
Drankin on that drank
My outfit cost the bank
Nigga what you thank
Ya girl ain't a saint
Ya career finna tank
Glock 40 make ya sank
Writer: mask x
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