Lyrics

One opp, two blunts Stay wit my clan like Ku-Klux Bro pour the wock in the fruit punch, I'm on the road to the blue bucks (Yeah) I can't fuck with that bitch she's too much, and I'm dripped out in Puma Bad lil bitch named Luna, broke ass nigga eating Tuna (Yeah) Vibe with the beat, rock with the beat Niggas ain't fucking wit me Bad lil bitch named Esmi, bitch ass nigga try test me Told bro "here's the glock are you ready?" I cannot stop getting fetty Bitch ass nigga act petty Smoking on gas I'm deady I got trust issues When I was down bad you ain't gimme tissues Bad lil bitch I just wanna kiss you I do not rhyme in the stu I just write riddles I could give you some guap but it's gon be little Do you feel the rain on your feet when it start to drizzle? Brodie gon pour up a little tris That ain't no lean cause it don't fizz Yung Drippy Dri, show bizz
Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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