I'm like, woah
It's bout three in the mornin'
2 bad bitches I know that they're horny
2 bad bitches I know that they want me
Diamonds on me and they cold like some ice
I just told a bitch that I'm balling like Mike, keep the bands in my pocket, my pants too tight
Keep the Glock as an option, I don't like to fight
Don't Look my direction, my chain too bright
It's blinding your oculus oculus, one wrong move and this motherfucking choppa hit
Tryna' die young like that Lil Nigga Roddy Ricch
Like what do you mean this choppa gon' lean, he wanna get shot up nigga like a fiend
She wanna' young nigga to fuck up her spleen, she got passed to the team, that Lil Hoe is green (That Lil Hoe is green)
Yeah
My money big, My money tall, nut in a hoe she
expecting a call
Fuck you bitch, I just wanna' ball
She gettin the boot, she ain't fuckin at all
I'm crossing these bitches, no John Wall
No Loving bitches I'm way too raw, gas pack on me it way too strong
We got the bud from a plug on the Westside, we rob a nigga he taxing, yeah
Then I go fuck a bitch in the backseat, yeah
She love a young nigga stay rapping, yeah
All my young niggas be trapping, yeah
Nigga this is real life, no acting, yeah
You say you got money, you capping, yeah
Money feels like a drug, I'm relapsing, yeah
I'm like, woah
It's bout three in the mornin'
2 bad bitches I know that they're horny
2 bad bitches I know that they want me
Diamonds on me and they cold like some ice
I just told a bitch that I'm balling like Mike, keep the bands in my pocket, my pants too tight
Keep the Glock as an option, I don't like to fight (grrahh)
I'm like, woah
It's bout three in the mornin'
2 bad bitches I know that they're horny
2 bad bitches I know that they want me
Diamonds on me and they cold like some ice
I just told a bitch that I'm balling like Mike, keep the bands in my pocket, my pants too tight
Keep the Glock as an option, I don't like to fight (graahh)
