Hey mist-
Naw f*ck that
My niggas really act up like a Rugrat
They can post on the block, where the f*ck is the guns at?
How you talk on the net then run from a gun strap?
In a SRT, lil boy this a big jag
3 blunts on me , yeah I puff on big gas
Can't f*ck that bitch , that hoe got no ass
And a nigga too chill like the kids in the damn back
I was moving them packs and the shit in my gym bag
And these niggas be funny so I'm calling them Sinbad
Had to tell him push up but I'm pushing his shit back
Had the joy for the ride I ain't talking about jetpack
Pop up at the f*cking cut with 40's , they won't try me
How he knocking out my team? But these niggas keep on dying?
And I just copped me some Fenty, put my RiRi in the diamonds
Heard he tryna be like me, well tell them niggas keep on trying
I just got some pieces shipping in
I just f*cked that bitch then count my money, dividends
I just got some money bitch put it in my Benz
I just get some money then I split it with my friends
I just get some gwap then I put it on my teeth
I just get some gwap put the lens up on my feet
That shit ain't make sense but yea she f*ck with me
That shit ain't make sense but she playing with my meat
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Hey mist-
Naw f*ck that
My niggas really act up like a Rugrat
They can post on the block, where the f*ck is the guns at?
How you talk on the net then run from a gun strap?
In a SRT, lil boy this a big jag
3 blunts on me , yeah I puff on big gas
Can't f*ck that bitch , that hoe got no ass
And a nigga too chill like the kids in the damn back
I was moving them packs and the shit in my gym bag
And these niggas be funny so I'm calling them Sinbad
Had to tell him push up but I'm pushing his shit back
Had the joy for the ride I ain't talking about jetpack
Pop up at the f*cking cut with 40's , they won't try me
How he knocking out my team? But these niggas keep on dying?
And I just copped me some Fenty, put my RiRi in the diamonds
Heard he tryna be like me, well tell them niggas keep on trying
I just got some pieces shipping in
I just f*cked that bitch then count my money, dividends
I just got some money bitch put it in my Benz
I just get some money then I split it with my friends
I just get some gwap then I put it on my teeth
I just get some gwap put the lens up on my feet
That shit ain't make sense but yea she f*ck with me
That shit ain't make sense but she playing with my meat
Naw f*ck that
My niggas really act up like a Rugrat
They can post on the block, where the f*ck is the guns at?
How you talk on the net then run from a gun strap?
In a SRT, lil boy this a big jag
3 blunts on me , yeah I puff on big gas
Can't f*ck that bitch , that hoe got no ass
And a nigga too chill like the kids in the damn back
I was moving them packs and the shit in my gym bag
And these niggas be funny so I'm calling them Sinbad
Had to tell him push up but I'm pushing his shit back
Had the joy for the ride I ain't talking about jetpack
Pop up at the f*cking cut with 40's , they won't try me
How he knocking out my team? But these niggas keep on dying?
And I just copped me some Fenty, put my RiRi in the diamonds
Heard he tryna be like me, well tell them niggas keep on trying
I just got some pieces shipping in
I just f*cked that bitch then count my money, dividends
I just got some money bitch put it in my Benz
I just get some money then I split it with my friends
I just get some gwap then I put it on my teeth
I just get some gwap put the lens up on my feet
That shit ain't make sense but yea she f*ck with me
That shit ain't make sense but she playing with my meat
Writer: eli prince
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