Lyrics

(Welcome to hell) Bitch I'm runnin' I got pounds in the mattress Fake ass bitch, she a opp, she an actress Fakin' on the gram He not really sippin' ac bitch Talking on the internet, we'll find out where you at bitch We gon' pull up to your house, to your crib You'll be real, real lucky if you motherfuckers live Better open up the door before we blow it like a bitch We gon' spin the block like a motherfuckin' disc SpotemGottem, boy this chop gon' make him beat box Said that he get bitches but he fuckin' with some e-thots Now he cryin', now he mad, now he pissed off I'd be mad too if I looked like a lil' bitch bruh My Glock just like faygo, take you off the map boy V.I.P, bitch we coming through the back boy Smoke him like a blunt, we gon' turn 'em to a pack boy I know you like it when your shawty calls you "bad boy" Bitch, I'm runnin' I got pounds in the mattress Fake ass bitch, she an opp, she an actress Fakin' on the gram He not really sippin' ac bitch Talking on the internet, we'll find out where you at bitch We gon' pull up to your house, to your crib You'll be real, real lucky if you motherfuckers live Better open up the door before we blow it like a bitch We gon' spin the block like a motherfuckin' disc
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