Bleh
Bleh
Bleh
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
I was getting f*cking racks
Yeah I had to watch my back
Then they came and stabbed my back
I had grabba in the 'lac
I was down I couldn't relax
I held back, I came relaxed
Then I went Mad Max
Then I went Mad Max
Hundreds came, good batch
I just f*cked a hoodrat
Tryna go triple plat'
Tell me who doing that
Tryna get a milli'
Tryna get a billi'
Gotta keep a blicky
Incase they wanna kill me
Now they wanna diss me
Cause I got some money
Man this shit get bloody
Counting racks lovely (bleh)
Counting racks lovely
Yo bitch is a slut for me
Think she fell in love with me
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
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Bleh
Bleh
Bleh
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
I was getting f*cking racks
Yeah I had to watch my back
Then they came and stabbed my back
I had grabba in the 'lac
I was down I couldn't relax
I held back, I came relaxed
Then I went Mad Max
Then I went Mad Max
Hundreds came, good batch
I just f*cked a hoodrat
Tryna go triple plat'
Tell me who doing that
Tryna get a milli'
Tryna get a billi'
Gotta keep a blicky
Incase they wanna kill me
Now they wanna diss me
Cause I got some money
Man this shit get bloody
Counting racks lovely (bleh)
Counting racks lovely
Yo bitch is a slut for me
Think she fell in love with me
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
Bleh
Bleh
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
I was getting f*cking racks
Yeah I had to watch my back
Then they came and stabbed my back
I had grabba in the 'lac
I was down I couldn't relax
I held back, I came relaxed
Then I went Mad Max
Then I went Mad Max
Hundreds came, good batch
I just f*cked a hoodrat
Tryna go triple plat'
Tell me who doing that
Tryna get a milli'
Tryna get a billi'
Gotta keep a blicky
Incase they wanna kill me
Now they wanna diss me
Cause I got some money
Man this shit get bloody
Counting racks lovely (bleh)
Counting racks lovely
Yo bitch is a slut for me
Think she fell in love with me
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
Yeah my pockets on Hulk Hogan
I was broke and yeah they didn't notice
Now that hoe she wanna have my kids
Lil sorry hoe, not my bitch
Writer: Tyler Brown
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