Pop out the back like niggas boutta dip
I'm moving fast like niggas gotta go
I want some money I'm tryna get rich
They wanna beef them niggas really slow
I been putting my pain in all of this shit no telling when niggas really boutta blow
Heard he cap on my name and shit
Yo Brodie we sending like plenty shots right thru his fro
Know she hating my game and shit she really be sending them petty shots right thru the phone
Bitch I'm one of one I can't be cloned
F*ck a 2-3 bitch I'm in my zone
Want me to destroy it not talking no lone
Had to roll up the
Swear to god bitch I'm gone
Think she talking to me like shawty watch ya tone
Got that
E class whip swerving watch out when I get to your curb man
My bitch she a baddie she worth it brown-skin petite wit a fatty she perfect
Feel like a god little boy better worship
Rapping like this got my verses in cursive
They see that picture I'm painting immersive
Now my gang going up them niggas getting nervous
Run it up run it up
Bitch imma run it up run it up
That nigga broke only counting a hundred bucks
But I might count me a honey bun
Sliding with shooters they toting a hundred guns
Yea they be toting a hundred guns
Feeling like wunna bitch I am a one of one
Baby girl I am a one of one that nigga leaching man he is my youngest son
Oh I'm flooring that gas
Bro told me slow down I'm going too fast
And if she hit my phone do the dash woah
Bitch imma run to that cash woah
Pop out the back like niggas boutta dip
I'm moving fast like niggas gotta go
I want some money I'm tryna get rich
They wanna beef them niggas really slow
I been putting my pain in all of this shit no telling when niggas really boutta blow
Heard he cap on my name and shit
Yo Brodie we sending like plenty shots right thru his fro
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Pop out the back like niggas boutta dip
I'm moving fast like niggas gotta go
I want some money I'm tryna get rich
They wanna beef them niggas really slow
I been putting my pain in all of this shit no telling when niggas really boutta blow
Heard he cap on my name and shit
Yo Brodie we sending like plenty shots right thru his fro
Know she hating my game and shit she really be sending them petty shots right thru the phone
Bitch I'm one of one I can't be cloned
F*ck a 2-3 bitch I'm in my zone
Want me to destroy it not talking no lone
Had to roll up the
Swear to god bitch I'm gone
Think she talking to me like shawty watch ya tone
Got that
E class whip swerving watch out when I get to your curb man
My bitch she a baddie she worth it brown-skin petite wit a fatty she perfect
Feel like a god little boy better worship
Rapping like this got my verses in cursive
They see that picture I'm painting immersive
Now my gang going up them niggas getting nervous
Run it up run it up
Bitch imma run it up run it up
That nigga broke only counting a hundred bucks
But I might count me a honey bun
Sliding with shooters they toting a hundred guns
Yea they be toting a hundred guns
Feeling like wunna bitch I am a one of one
Baby girl I am a one of one that nigga leaching man he is my youngest son
Oh I'm flooring that gas
Bro told me slow down I'm going too fast
And if she hit my phone do the dash woah
Bitch imma run to that cash woah
Pop out the back like niggas boutta dip
I'm moving fast like niggas gotta go
I want some money I'm tryna get rich
They wanna beef them niggas really slow
I been putting my pain in all of this shit no telling when niggas really boutta blow
Heard he cap on my name and shit
Yo Brodie we sending like plenty shots right thru his fro
I'm moving fast like niggas gotta go
I want some money I'm tryna get rich
They wanna beef them niggas really slow
I been putting my pain in all of this shit no telling when niggas really boutta blow
Heard he cap on my name and shit
Yo Brodie we sending like plenty shots right thru his fro
Know she hating my game and shit she really be sending them petty shots right thru the phone
Bitch I'm one of one I can't be cloned
F*ck a 2-3 bitch I'm in my zone
Want me to destroy it not talking no lone
Had to roll up the
Swear to god bitch I'm gone
Think she talking to me like shawty watch ya tone
Got that
E class whip swerving watch out when I get to your curb man
My bitch she a baddie she worth it brown-skin petite wit a fatty she perfect
Feel like a god little boy better worship
Rapping like this got my verses in cursive
They see that picture I'm painting immersive
Now my gang going up them niggas getting nervous
Run it up run it up
Bitch imma run it up run it up
That nigga broke only counting a hundred bucks
But I might count me a honey bun
Sliding with shooters they toting a hundred guns
Yea they be toting a hundred guns
Feeling like wunna bitch I am a one of one
Baby girl I am a one of one that nigga leaching man he is my youngest son
Oh I'm flooring that gas
Bro told me slow down I'm going too fast
And if she hit my phone do the dash woah
Bitch imma run to that cash woah
Pop out the back like niggas boutta dip
I'm moving fast like niggas gotta go
I want some money I'm tryna get rich
They wanna beef them niggas really slow
I been putting my pain in all of this shit no telling when niggas really boutta blow
Heard he cap on my name and shit
Yo Brodie we sending like plenty shots right thru his fro
Writer: Zaire Moore
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