Bad bitch
Tank top
We fly
We kicking it
Ima put my dick in her appendix
Top legit
Off top
Feed the bitch a
Plate of Harold's chicken
Percocet molly beans
Haters lookin mean
Bluffing the scene
Got a point to prove
Ain't gotta cock it
Ranger pistol hold rockets
Kel tec made em lean
Ready to shoot
Flexing... No stressing
Asian that from Texas
Cashed out on some Harold's chicken
She think she precious
Percocets molly xans
Left her man at home he stressing
On the top floor playin truth or dare
Lil buddy don't bring that pressure
Jook
Jook
Jook
Lil buddy don't make me
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Jamaican and Italian my bitch rare
The cost of my drugs
Will put you in first class
At the top floor
Playing truth or dare
No respect for a bitch
My thumb inher ass
4 door charger coupe
V12
Red leather
Digital dash
Speed racing in beamer rental
Got the Haters upset
They big mad
5 bands and a plastic pistol
In a plain backpack
Full of sativa
Stuff teddy bears
Full of good reefer
F*ck the law
Man these crackers evil
F*ck it we ball
Back home niggas
Hungry
I got the cookies
I need to feed em
Put my bottom bitch on
She in charge
Now she flip hair and sell stock
She used to Hustle and rob
Go to the strip club
Make cash fall
Lil mama ain't taking no loss
Last nigga she robbed
A Ferrari it cost
Try her name
She upside your jaw
My bottom bitch bad
Swear to lawd
She colder than all y'all
Racks in the safe
Ain't no pretending
Put you in your place
Not into dissing
Ain't no complaints
These hoes know winning
My future is safe
They would oh I'm wishing
40cal spitting
But I'm talk about my old crown vic
Now wood grain dash
Masseuse in the seats
Streaming Netflix
She left her main thing
At home he stressing
Pesos hombres no tienes
All you excuses
She don't wanna hear that shit
She moved nigga so whatever
Learn how to maintain
Keep some bread coming
Keep a bottom bitch
If you knew better you would do better
My crib like the Jetsons
No confessions she not a whore
She got the surprised face
Scared of heights looking out the windows on the top floor
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Bad bitch
Tank top
We fly
We kicking it
Ima put my dick in her appendix
Top legit
Off top
Feed the bitch a
Plate of Harold's chicken
Percocet molly beans
Haters lookin mean
Bluffing the scene
Got a point to prove
Ain't gotta cock it
Ranger pistol hold rockets
Kel tec made em lean
Ready to shoot
Flexing... No stressing
Asian that from Texas
Cashed out on some Harold's chicken
She think she precious
Percocets molly xans
Left her man at home he stressing
On the top floor playin truth or dare
Lil buddy don't bring that pressure
Jook
Jook
Jook
Lil buddy don't make me
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Jamaican and Italian my bitch rare
The cost of my drugs
Will put you in first class
At the top floor
Playing truth or dare
No respect for a bitch
My thumb inher ass
4 door charger coupe
V12
Red leather
Digital dash
Speed racing in beamer rental
Got the Haters upset
They big mad
5 bands and a plastic pistol
In a plain backpack
Full of sativa
Stuff teddy bears
Full of good reefer
F*ck the law
Man these crackers evil
F*ck it we ball
Back home niggas
Hungry
I got the cookies
I need to feed em
Put my bottom bitch on
She in charge
Now she flip hair and sell stock
She used to Hustle and rob
Go to the strip club
Make cash fall
Lil mama ain't taking no loss
Last nigga she robbed
A Ferrari it cost
Try her name
She upside your jaw
My bottom bitch bad
Swear to lawd
She colder than all y'all
Racks in the safe
Ain't no pretending
Put you in your place
Not into dissing
Ain't no complaints
These hoes know winning
My future is safe
They would oh I'm wishing
40cal spitting
But I'm talk about my old crown vic
Now wood grain dash
Masseuse in the seats
Streaming Netflix
She left her main thing
At home he stressing
Pesos hombres no tienes
All you excuses
She don't wanna hear that shit
She moved nigga so whatever
Learn how to maintain
Keep some bread coming
Keep a bottom bitch
If you knew better you would do better
My crib like the Jetsons
No confessions she not a whore
She got the surprised face
Scared of heights looking out the windows on the top floor
Tank top
We fly
We kicking it
Ima put my dick in her appendix
Top legit
Off top
Feed the bitch a
Plate of Harold's chicken
Percocet molly beans
Haters lookin mean
Bluffing the scene
Got a point to prove
Ain't gotta cock it
Ranger pistol hold rockets
Kel tec made em lean
Ready to shoot
Flexing... No stressing
Asian that from Texas
Cashed out on some Harold's chicken
She think she precious
Percocets molly xans
Left her man at home he stressing
On the top floor playin truth or dare
Lil buddy don't bring that pressure
Jook
Jook
Jook
Lil buddy don't make me
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Jamaican and Italian my bitch rare
The cost of my drugs
Will put you in first class
At the top floor
Playing truth or dare
No respect for a bitch
My thumb inher ass
4 door charger coupe
V12
Red leather
Digital dash
Speed racing in beamer rental
Got the Haters upset
They big mad
5 bands and a plastic pistol
In a plain backpack
Full of sativa
Stuff teddy bears
Full of good reefer
F*ck the law
Man these crackers evil
F*ck it we ball
Back home niggas
Hungry
I got the cookies
I need to feed em
Put my bottom bitch on
She in charge
Now she flip hair and sell stock
She used to Hustle and rob
Go to the strip club
Make cash fall
Lil mama ain't taking no loss
Last nigga she robbed
A Ferrari it cost
Try her name
She upside your jaw
My bottom bitch bad
Swear to lawd
She colder than all y'all
Racks in the safe
Ain't no pretending
Put you in your place
Not into dissing
Ain't no complaints
These hoes know winning
My future is safe
They would oh I'm wishing
40cal spitting
But I'm talk about my old crown vic
Now wood grain dash
Masseuse in the seats
Streaming Netflix
She left her main thing
At home he stressing
Pesos hombres no tienes
All you excuses
She don't wanna hear that shit
She moved nigga so whatever
Learn how to maintain
Keep some bread coming
Keep a bottom bitch
If you knew better you would do better
My crib like the Jetsons
No confessions she not a whore
She got the surprised face
Scared of heights looking out the windows on the top floor
Writer: Cecilia Diaz, Jonathan Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid